Between the Cracks (3:00 am)
John Mark McMillan
Hope Anthology Volume 1

This is the acoustic version from his first album

Verse 1:

G             
Hope grows between cracks in the asphalt
       Em7
In the downtown ghetto streets that contour 
     C                                  G
The government housing intentions of my heart
     G
And no one notices the daisies don't care
      Em7
About gang related violence
                           C
As long as they get enough air and water and sun
                  D
They're all just fine


Chorus:

Em7                                            G
Who would've thought it but life is finding a way
                                                 D
Through this wasteland of cynics, concrete, and pain
           Em7
There's a man down here somewhere between
    G
The Saturday cartoons 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 


Verse 2:

G
Hope stands high on the fifteenth floor
      Em7
On a Christmas tree perched about the ledge of a fortress
   C                                             G
Of steel that's trying too hard to be somebody's home
                                               Em7
As it sees my attention from I-85 though the throws of the day

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


Chorus:

Em7                                            G
Who would've thought it but life is finding a way
                                                 D
Through this wasteland of cynics, concrete, and pain
           Em7
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


Verse 3:

G
Can you hear him outside he's been singing all night
            Em7
He's saying when you gonna come out from behind
      C                                      D
These paper thin walls, your cardboard box realities


Chorus:

Em7                                            G
Who would've thought it but life is finding a way
                                                 D
Through this wasteland of cynics, concrete, and pain
           Em7
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 dreams in the graveyards
      C
Where we've laid down our DEAD 
             G
His name is Hope


CHORDS:

G      Em7      C      D

3      3        3      2     
3      3        3      3
0      0        0      2
0      2        2      0
2      2        3      x
3      0        x      x