Morgan James - Praying for Time

These are the days on the open hand
You hold on to what you can
And charity is a coat you wear
Twice a year

This is the year of the hungry man
Whose place is in the past
Hand in hand now
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 changes
Cause god stopped keeping score
And we cling to the things they sold you
Did we cover your eyes when 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, much too late
Well maybe we should all be
Praying for time

This is the year of the empty hand
You hold on to what you can
And charity is that coat you wear
Twice a year

This is year of the guilty man
Your television takes a stand
And you find out that what was over there
Is over here


So you scream from behind your door
Say what's mine is mine, 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, much too late
Well maybe we should all be
Praying for time

Maybe we should all be praying for time.

Written by:
George Michael

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