Praying For Time chords by George Michael (Ver. 2)

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