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)

 

Andy Smithyman