Patience By George Michael
Of of his most recent album Patience

It's like a conversation
where no one stops to breathe
Is it my imagination
or did God already leave...the table
Such distruction
and pure white castles in the sand
No time for introduction
With all that money changing hands

And the satellite says Take a look at all we have
But the old man says You want my family, for your liberty
I can't do that

Look into the eyes of any patient man
wheather they be amber, green or blue
There's a peice of God,staring back at you
But you see our children, and the old folks fend for themselves
You see our broken women
Our imaginary selves

Bute satellite says Won't you people look at what we have
Don't you want it
Don't you need it
Tabbed by wilza, some tuning may need to be adjusted. But just listen to the song carefully, read alnog with it and be fine :)