Waiting For A Miracle Lyrics - Fall 1989: The Long Island Sound - Jerry Garcia Band

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 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 

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