Karaoké Praying for Time Carrie Underwood

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

And the rich declare themselves poor and most of us are not sure

If we have too much but we'll take our chances

'Cos God stopped keeping score

I guess somewhere along the way

He must have let us all out to play

And turned his back and all God's children crept out the back door

And it's hard to love there's so much to hate hanging onto hope

When there is no hope to speak of

And the wounded skies above say it's much too late

Oh, maybe we should all be praying for time

This is the year of the empty hand

Oh, you hold onto what you can

And charity is a coat you wear twice a year

These are the days of the guilty man the television takes a stand

And you find that what was over there is over here

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

'Cos God stopped keeping score

And you'll cling to the things they sold you

Did you cover your eyes when they told you

That he can't come back 'cos he has no children to come back for

And it's hard to love when there's so much to hate and hanging onto hope

When there is no hope to speak of

And the wounded skies above say it's much much too late

Mmm well maybe we should all be praying for time