Praying For Time

George Michael
(C) 1994 Tune 1000 Corporation  ;Warner/Chappell Music Canada Ltd. Int'l Rights Secured.

Woh, oh, yeah.
Mm, doo, doo ooh, ah.

These are the days of the open hand,
they will not 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 stopped keeping score.

I guess somewhere along the way
He must have let us all out to playay;

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, much too late;

well, maybe we should all be
praying for time.

Doo, doo ooh, ah.
Mm, woh, woh, yeah.

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 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.

Doo, doo, doo.
Woh oh, yeah.

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