[intro]
A Amaj7 A7 Dm6 F
[Verse 1]
A Amaj7
These are the days of the open hand
They will not be the last
A7
Look around now
Dm6 F
These are the days of the beggars and the choosers
A Amaj7
This is the year of the hungry man
Whose place is in the past
A7
Hand in hand with ignorance
Dm6 F
And legitimate excuses
[Bridge]
Bm
The rich declare themselves poor
D
And most of us are not sure
G
If we have too much
Em
But we'll take our chances
E7
Because god's stopped keeping score
Bm
I guess somewhere along the way
D
He must have let us all out to play
G Em
Turned his back and all god's children
E7
Crept out the back door
[Chorus]
A Amaj7
And it's hard to love, there's so much to hate
A7
Hanging on to hope
Dm6
When there is no hope to speak of
A Amaj7 A7
And the wounded skies above say it's much, much too late
Dm6 F A
Well maybe we should all be praying for time
[Verse 2]
A Amaj7
These are the days of the empty hand
A7
Oh you hold on to what you can
Dm6 F
And charity is a coat you wear twice a year
A Amaj7
This is the year of the guilty man
A7
Your television takes a stand
Dm6 F
And you find that what was over there is over here
[Bridge]
Bm
So you scream from behind your door
D
Say "what's mine is mine and not yours"
G Em
I may have too much but i'll take my chances
E7
Because god's stopped keeping score
Bm
And you cling to the things they sold you
D
Did you cover your eyes when they told you
G
That he can't come back
Em E7
Because he has no children to come back for
[Chorus]
A Amaj7
And it's hard to love, there's so much to hate
A7
Hanging on to hope
Dm6 F
When there is no hope to speak of
A Amaj7 A7
And the wounded skies above say it's much, much too late
Dm6 F A
Well maybe we should all be praying for time
A Amaj7 A7 Dm6 F