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 waiting for a miracle

You rub your palm
on the grimy pane
in the hope that you can see
You stand up proud
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
while they're waiting for a miracle

Struggle for a dollar, scuffle for a dime
step out from the past and try to hold the line
so how come history takes such a long, long time
When you're waiting for a miracle

You rub your palm
on the grimy pane...

(Managua, January 86)