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 well take our chances because God stopped keeping score I guess somewhere along the way He must have let us all out to play turned his back and all gods children Crept out the back door.
And its hard to love, theres so much to hate Hanging on to hope when there is no hope to speak of.
And the wounded skies above say its much too late well maybe we should all be praying for time.
These are the days of the empty hand 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, our television takes a stand and you find that what was over there Is over here.
So you scream from behind your door say whats mine is mine and not yours I may have too much but Ill take my chances because God stopped keeping score
And you cling to the things they sold you,did you cover your eyes when they told you
That he cant come back because he has no children to come back for.
*GeorgeMicheal - GM