Joe Hill’s Ashes

There's a cold wind blowing through the southern cave mines
Somewhere in parks city and its closing time
To another dead end week in a vacant life
People talking about Joe and what went down
How you can find justice in a Utah town
So you tip your hat to a stranger and walk on by

Waiting on a chance to shine
Waiting on a chance to shine
In the sidewalks, factories and fields you'll find
Dust filled dream laying flat on the ground
Waiting on a chance to shine
Waiting on a chance to shine

The world is full of lonely fools
Staring at eachother from across the rooms
Locked up in state prison and beaten down
Watching shadows creeping cross the walls through sleepless nights

Waiting on a chance to shine
Waiting on a chance to shine
Justice is a woman in a rocking chair
Combing the tangles from her long black hair
Waiting on a chance to shine
Waiting on a chance to shine

There's an empty feeling in sugar house park
As the people try to tell the story of a crooked trial
How the workers can stop a speeding train
Tying their ships in the ocean with mighty chains
Every wheels in gods creation, every mill and mine

Waiting on a chance to shine
Waiting on a chance to shine
Everytime I dream about better times
I can feel Joe's ashes stiring deep inside
Waiting on a chance to shine
Waiting on a chance to shine

There's a cold wind blowing through the southern cave mines
Somewhere in parks city and its closing time
To another dead end week in a vacant life