Intro 2x: Bb  F/Bb  Fm/Bb  F#/Bb  F#  G#

Bb                               F/Bb
These are the days of the open hand
                      Fm/Bb
They will not be the last

Look around now
      F#/Bb               F#      G#      Bb
These are the days of the beggars and the choosers
                               F/Bb
This is the year of the hungry man
                      Fm/Bb
Whose place is in the past
                  F#/Bb           F#  G#      Cm
Hand in hand with ignorance and legitimate  excuses
                             G/B
The rich declare themselves poor
                        D#/Bb
And most of us are not sure
                               Am7/5-
If we have too much but we’ll take our chances
       F7          G7       Cm
'Cause God stopped keeping score
                             G/B
I guess somewhere along the way
                               D#/Bb
He must have let us all out to play

And turned his back
    Am7/5-             F7 G7
And all God’s children
              Bb
Crept out the back door
                     F/Bb
And its hard to love
                       Fm/Bb
Theres so much to hate
                   F#/Bb
Hanging onto hope
           F#    G#        Bb
When there is no hope to speak of
                       F/Bb
And the wounded skies above
                  Fm/Bb
Say its much too late
     F#/Bb            F# G#           Bb
Oh maybe we should all be praying for time

(Intro)

Bb                            F/Bb
This is the year of the empty hand
                          Fm/Bb
Oh you hold onto what you can
                 F#/Bb         F#      G#
And charity is a coat you wear twice a year
Bb                               F/Bb
These are the days of the guilty man
                        Fm/Bb
your television takes a stand
              F#/Bb                 F#
And you find that what was over there
    G#     Cm
Is over here
                                G/B
So you scream from behind your door
                                D#/Bb
Say whats mine is mine and not yours

I may have too much
         Am7/5-                F7          G7       Cm
But I’ll take my chances cause God stopped keeping score
                                     G/B
And you’ll cling to the things they sold you
                                   D#/Bb
Did you cover your eyes when they told you

That he cant come back
         Am7/5-       F7
Cause he has no children
             Bb
to come back for
                     F/Bb                             Fm/Bb
And its hard to love     when theres so much to hate
                       F#/Bb
And hanging onto hope
           F#    G#        Bb
When there is no hope to speak of
                        F/Bb
And the wounded skies above
                   Fm/Bb
Say its much, much too late
     F#/Bb           F#     G#            Bb
well maybe we should all be praying   for time