Praying for Time - George Michael: Song Lyrics, Music Videos & Concerts

Praying for Time

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Praying for Time was released on September 3, 1990 by Sony Music CG as a part of the album Listen Without Prejudice, Vol. 1 (2017 Remastered)

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PERFORMING ARTISTS

George Michael

Vocals

Phil Palmer

Guitar

COMPOSITION & LYRICS

George Michael

Songwriter

PRODUCTION & ENGINEERING

George Michael

Producer

Chris Porter

Engineer

Lyrics

[Verse 1]

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

This is the year of the hungry man

Whose place is in the past

Hand in hand with ignorance

And legitimate excuses

[PreChorus]

The rich declare themselves poor

And most of us are not sure

If we have too much

But we'll take our chances

'Cause God's stopped keeping score

I guess somewhere along the way

He must have let us all out to play

Turned his back and all God's children

Crept out the back door

[Chorus]

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, much too late

Well, maybe we should all be praying for time

[Verse 2]

These are the days of the empty hand

Oh, you hold on to what you can

And charity is a coat you wear twice a year

This is the year of the guilty man

Your television takes a stand

And you find that what was over there is over here

[PreChorus]

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

'Cause 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

'Cause he has no children to come back for?

[Chorus]

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

So maybe we should all be praying for time

Written by: George Michael

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