Karaoké Praying for Time (live American Idol 2008) George Michael

Woah

Hmm oh

Do you think we have time

Do you think we have time

These are the days of the open hand

They will not be the last

Look around you

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

The rich declare themselves poor when most of us are not sure if we have too much

But we'll take our chances 'cos God's stopped keeping score

I guess it's 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

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 too late

Then maybe we should all be praying for time

Doo doo doo oh oh oh oh

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

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's stopped keeping score

So now you're lying on 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

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

Well maybe we should all praying for time

Do you think we have time

Do you think we have time

Please give us time