Praying For Time Lyrics

Praying For Time lyrics

These are the days of the open hand

 They might just be the last

 Look around now

 These are the days of the beggars and the choosers

 

 This is the year of the hungry man

 Whose place is in the past

 Hand in hand with ignorance

 And legitimate excuses

 

 The rich declare themselves poor

 And most of us are not sure

 If we have too much

 But we'll take our chances

 'Cause God's stopped keeping score

 I guess somewhere along the way

 He must have let us all out to play

 Turned his back and all God's children

 Crept out the back door

 

 And it's hard to love, there's so much to hate

 Hanging on to hope

 When there is no hope to speak of

 And the wounded skies above say it's much too much too late

 Well maybe we should all be praying for time

 

 These are the days of the empty hand

 Oh you hold on to what you can

 And charity is a coat you wear twice a year

 

 This is the year of the guilty man

 Your television takes a stand

 And you find that what was over there is over here

 

 So you scream from behind your door

 Say what's mine is mine and not yours

 I may have too much but I'll take my chances

 'Cause God's stopped keeping score

 And you cling to the things they sold you

 Did you cover your eyes when they told you

 That he can't come back

 'Cause he has no children to come back for

 

 It's hard to love there's so much to hate

 Hanging on to hope when there is no hope to speak of

 And the wounded skies above say it's much too late

 So maybe we should all be praying for time