Praying for Time piano leadsheet with chords

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've let us all out to play,

turned His back and all God's children crept out the back door.

And it's hard to love.

There's so much to hate hanging on to hope

when there is not hope to speak of.

And the wounded skies above say it's much,

much too late.

Now maybe we should all be praying for time.

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've let us all out to play,

turned His back and all God's children crept out the back door.

And 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,

much too late.

So maybe we should all be praying for time.