G
Hope grows between cracks in the asphault
       Em
In the downtown ghetto streets that contour
     D                                  G
The government housing intentions of my heart

No one notices the daisies don't care
      Em
About gang related violence
                           D
As long as they get enough air and water and sun
                  C
They're all just fine

Em                                            G
Who would've thought it but life is finding a way
                                                 D
Through this wasteland of cynics, concrete, and pain
           Em
There's a man down here somewhere between
    G
The Saturday cartooons and the dirty magazines
      D
He's raising the dead in the graveyards
      C
Where we've laid down our dreams
            G
His name is Hope

G
Hope stands high on the 15th floor
      Em
On a Christmas tree perched about the ledge of a fortress
   D                                             G
of steel that's trying to hard to be somebody's home
                                               Em
As it sees my attention from I-85 though the throws of the day

Were still writhing inside
  D
I lifted my head as I drove home that night and knew
C
Everything was gonna be fine

Em                                            G
Who would've thought it but life is finding a way
                                                 D
Through this wasteland of cynics, concrete, and pain
           Em
There's a man down here not worried or afraid
           G
That some politician forgot all the promises he made
          D
And he's raising the dead in the graveyards
      C
Where we've laid down our dreams
             G
His name is Hope

               C
His name is Hope
                      D
Everybody needs a little         x2


               C
His name is Hope
                      D
Everybody wants a little          x2

               C
His name is Hope
                      D
Everybody needs a little

( Em   G   D   C )

           Em
There's a man down here not worried or afraid
           G
That some politician forgot all the promises he made
          D
And he's raising the dead in the graveyards
      C
Where we've laid down our dreams
             G
His name is Hope

G
Can you hear him outside he's been singing all night
            Em
He's saying when you gonna come out from behind
      D                                      C
These paper thin walls, your cardboard box realities