Praying For Time
These are the days of the open hand
\r\nThey will not be the last
\r\nLook around now
\r\n
\r\nThese are the days of the
\r\nbeggars and the choosers
\r\nThis is the year of the hungry man
\r\nWhose place is in the past
\r\nHand in hand with ignorance
\r\nand legitimate excuses
\r\n
\r\nThe rich declare themselves poor
\r\nAnd most of us are not sure
\r\nIf we have too much but we’ll take our chances
\r\n‘Cause God stopped keeping score
\r\n
\r\nI guess somewhere along the way
\r\nHe must have let us all out to play
\r\nAnd turned his back
\r\nAnd all God’s children
\r\nCrept out the back door
\r\nAnd it's hard to love
\r\nThere's so much to hate
\r\nHanging onto hope
\r\nWhen there is no hope to speak of
\r\nAnd the wounded skies above
\r\nSay it's much too late
\r\nOh maybe we should all be praying for time
\r\n
\r\nThis is the year of the empty hand
\r\nOh you hold onto what you can
\r\nAnd charity is a coat you wear twice a year
\r\n
\r\nThese are the days of the guilty man
\r\nThe television takes a stand
\r\nAnd you find that what was over there
\r\nIs over here
\r\nSo you scream from behind your door
\r\nSay what's mine is mine and not yours
\r\nI may have too much
\r\nBut I’ll take my chances cause
\r\nGod stopped keeping score
\r\nAnd you’ll cling to the things they sold you
\r\nDid you cover your eyes when they told you
\r\nThat he can't come back
\r\n‘Cause he has no children
\r\nto come back for
\r\n
\r\nAnd it's hard to love when
\r\nthere's so much to hate
\r\nAnd hanging onto hope
\r\nWhen there is no hope to speak of
\r\nAnd the wounded skies above
\r\nSay it's much, much too late
\r\nMm, well maybe we should all
\r\nbe praying for time.
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