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

Wishing they could get up their nerves to speak their minds

But its hard for a man to stand his ground

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

And the memory looks in long after dark

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