Lyrics:

Working and waiting in the hot sun
With all the rich saints, and the fallen ones
Working and waiting for the night to come

And the waiting for a
And the waiting for a
And the waiting for a miracle

Somewhere out there is a land that's cool
Where peace and balance are the rule
Working for the future like some kind of mystic jewel

And the waiting for a
And the waiting for a
And the waiting for a miracle

You rub the palm of your hand on the grimy pane
In the hopes that you can see (when you're waiting)
Stand up tall, pretend you're strong
In the hopes that you can be (when you're waiting)
Like the one's that cry, like the ones that die
Trying to set the angel in us free

And the waiting for a
And the waiting for a
And the waiting for a miracle

You rub the palm of your hand on the grimy pane
In the hopes that you can see (When you're waiting)
Stand up tall, pretend you're strong
In the hopes that you can be (When you're waiting)
Like the ones that cry, like the ones that die
Trying to set the angel in us free

And the waiting for a
And the waiting for a
And the waiting for a miracle

Scuffle for a nickel, struggle for a dime
Forget about the past, leave your worries behind
How come the future has to take such a long, long time

When you're waiting for a
When you're waiting for a
When you're waiting for a miracle

When you're waiting for a
When you're waiting for a
When you're waiting for a miracle
When you're waiting for a
When you're waiting for a
When you're waiting for a miracle