Look at them working in the hot sun

With all the pilloried saints and the fallen ones
Working and waiting for the night to come
And they're waiting for a
And they're waiting for a
And they're waiting for a miracle

Somewhere out there is a place that's cool
Where peace and balance are the rule
Working toward a future like some kind of mystic jewel
And they're waiting for a
And they're waiting for a
And they're waiting for a miracle

You rub the palm of your hand
On the grimy pane
In the hopes that you can see.
You stand up tall
You pretend you're strong
In the hope that you can be
Like the ones who've cried
Like the ones who've died
Trying to set the angel in us free
And they're waiting for a
And they're waiting for a
And they're waiting for a miracle

You rub the palm of your
On the grimy pane
In the hope that you can see
You stand up tall
You pretend you're strong
In the hope that you can be
Like the ones who've cried
Like the ones who've died
Trying to set the angel in us free
And they're waiting for a
And they're waiting for a
And they're waiting for a miracle

Scuffle for a nickel, struggle for a dime
Step out from the past and try to hold the line
So 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