Dont really know who sent me
To raise my voice and say:
May the lights in The Land of Plenty
Shine on the truth some day

I dont know why I come here,
Knowing as I do,
What you really think of me,
What I really think of you

For the millions in a prison,
That wealth has set apart
For the Christ who has not risen,
From the caverns of the heart

For the innermost decision,
That we cannot but obey -
For whats left of our religion,
I lift my voice and pray:
May the lights in The Land of Plenty
Shine on the truth some day

I know I said Id meet you,
Id meet you at the store,
But I cant buy it, baby
I cant buy it anymore

And I dont really know who sent me,
To raise my voice and say:
May the lights in The Land of Plenty
Shine on the truth some day

I dont know why I come here,
knowing as I do,
what you really think of me,
what I really think of you

For the innermost decision
That we cannot but obey
For whats left of our religion
I lift my voice and pray:
May the lights in The Land of Plenty
Shine on the truth some day