Praying For Time

D Gm/D Bb6 A7 D A/D These are the days of the open hand Am/D They will not be the last Look around now Gm/D Bb6 C D These are the days of the beggars and the choosers A/D This is the year of the hungry man Am/D Whose place is in the past Gm/D Bb6 C Em Hand in hand with ignorance and legitimate excuses B7 The rich declare themselves poor Em7/D And most of us are not sure A7 If we have too much but we’ll take our chances B7 Em ‘Cause God stopped keeping score B7 I guess somewhere along the way Em7/D He must have let us all out to play And turned his back A7 And all God’s children G/B D Crept out the back door A/D And its hard to love Am/D Theres so much to hate Gm/D Hanging onto hope Bb6 C D When there is no hope to speak of A/D And the wounded skies above Am/D Say its much too late Gm/D Bb6 C D Gm/D Bb6 A7 Oh maybe we should all be praying for time D A/D This is the year of the empty hand Am/D Oh you hold onto what you can Gm/D Bb6 C And charity is a coat you wear twice a year D A/D These are the days of the guilty man Am/D your television takes a stand Gm/D Bb6 And you find that what was over there C Em Is over here B7 So you scream from behind your door Em7/D Say whats mine is mine and not yours I may have too much A7 B7 Em But I’ll take my chances cause God stopped keeping score B7 And you’ll cling to the things they sold you Em7/D Did you cover your eyes when they told you That he cant come back A7 ‘Cause he has no children G/B D to come back for A/D Am/D And its hard to love when theres so much to hate Gm/D And hanging onto hope Bb6 C D When there is no hope to speak of A/D And the wounded skies above Am/D Say its much, much too late Gm/D Bb6 C D Gm/D A7 D Mm, well maybe we should all be praying for time