Capo 2nd fret

Standard (EADGBE)

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

 ‘Cause God stopped keeping score

 I guess somewhere along the way

 He must have let us all out to play

And turned his back

 And all God’s children

 Crept out the back door

 And its hard to love

 Theres so much to hate

 Hanging onto hope

 When there is no hope to speak of

 And the wounded skies above

 Say its much too late

 Oh maybe we should all be praying for time

This is the year of the empty hand

 Oh you hold onto what you can

 And charity is a coat you wear twice a year

These are the days 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 whats mine is mine and not yours

I may have too much

 But I’ll take my chances cause God stopped keeping score

 And you’ll cling to the things they sold you

 Did you cover your eyes when they told you

That he cant come back

 ‘Cause he has no children

 to come back for

 And its hard to love when theres so much to hate

 And hanging onto hope

 When there is no hope to speak of

 And the wounded skies above

 Say its much, much too late

 Mm, well maybe we should all be praying for time