Time The Only Lifeline

"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"

It is perceived the open door will hold
what bill of goods were you sold
those that will end up in the cold
even the greatest in time will have to fold

"This is the year of the hungry man
whose place is in the past
hand in hand with ignorance
and legitimate excuses"

Take a sedative and wash away
get though another day
is that a price we all must pay
no sentiment for those who live day to day

"The rich declare themselves poor
and most of us are not sure
if we have too much
but we'll take our chances
because god's stopped keeping score
I guess somewhere along the way
he must have let us alt out to play
turned his back and all god's children
crept out the back door"

Like a social disease
that might spread in the land
if we dare to care
easier to block it all out
keep taking all the pablum
ignorance doesn't work in law
but everyone clearly saw
it allows the conscience to cope
and give that veneer of those at ease

"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 too late
well maybe we should all be praying for time"

What you have soundly in command
just freely slips away
or is it just hiding out of sight
masses too dazed to take a stand
hope the sand in the hour has more yet to tell

"This is the year of the guilty man
Your television takes a stand
And you find that what was over there is over here"

Seven hundred channels speak back to you
they can watch everything you do
and the leaders tell they got it all under control

"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
because god's stopped keeping score
and you cling to the things they sold you
did you cover your eyes when they told you
that he can't come back
because he has no children to come back for

Run around a such fast speeds
don't even not what to comprehend
is meaning real or just what the man told ya
or the woman now who has mastered ways of the other gender
the parts seem all there but still looking for the souls

"It is still hard to love there's so much to hate
searching for hope when there is no hope to speak of
and the wounded skies will sound there urgent cries
so maybe we should all be praying for time"


"Praying For Time", lyrics courtesy of George Michael