These Are The Days

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

 

Say, I say twenty years and a day

but nothing change

the human race

found some other god

and walked into the flame

 

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

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

 

Say, I say twenty years and a day

but nothing change

the human race

found some other god

and walked into the flame

 

It's hard to love, Jesus 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

(George Michael: Praying for Time - Symphonica version)