Tono: D
Introducción:
D A/D
These are the days of the open hand
Am/D
They will not be the last
Look around now
Gm/D Bb6 C D
These are the days of the beggars and the choosers
A/D
This is the year of the hungry man
Am/D
Whose place is in the past
Gm/D Bb6 C Em
Hand in hand with ignorance and legitimate excuses
B7
The rich declare themselves poor
Em7/D
And most of us are not sure
A7
If we have too much but we?ll take our chances
B7 Em
?Cause God stopped keeping score
B7
I guess somewhere along the way
Em7/D
He must have let us all out to play
And turned his back
A7
And all God?s children
G/B D
Crept out the back door
A/D
And its hard to love
Am/D
Theres so much to hate
Gm/D
Hanging onto hope
Bb6 C D
When there is no hope to speak of
A/D
And the wounded skies above
Am/D
Say its much too late
Gm/D Bb6 C D Gm/D Bb6 A7
Oh maybe we should all be praying for time
D A/D
This is the year of the empty hand
Am/D
Oh you hold onto what you can
Gm/D Bb6 C
And charity is a coat you wear twice a year
D A/D
These are the days of the guilty man
Am/D
your television takes a stand
Gm/D Bb6
And you find that what was over there
C Em
Is over here
B7
So you scream from behind your door
Em7/D
Say whats mine is mine and not yours
I may have too much
A7 B7 Em
But I?ll take my chances cause God stopped keeping score
B7
And you?ll cling to the things they sold you
Em7/D
Did you cover your eyes when they told you
That he cant come back
A7
?Cause he has no children
G/B D
to come back for
A/D Am/D
And its hard to love when theres so much to hate
Gm/D
And hanging onto hope
Bb6 C D
When there is no hope to speak of
A/D
And the wounded skies above
Am/D
Say its much, much too late
Gm/D Bb6 C D Gm/D A7 D
Mm, well maybe we should all be praying for time