The Land Of Plenty

Don't really have the courage

To stand where I must stand.

Don't really have the temperament

To lend a helping hand.



Don't 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 don't know why I've come here,

Knowing as I do,

What you really think of me,

What I really think of you.



For the millions in the 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 what's left of our religion,

I lift my voice and pray:

May the lights in The Land of Plenty(3x)

Shine on the truth some day.



I know I said I'd meet you,

I'd meet you at the store,

But I can't buy it, baby.

I can't buy it anymore.



And I don't 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.



For the innermost decision

That we cannot but obey

For what's left of our religion

I lift my voice and pray:

May the lights in The Land of Plenty(3x)

Shine on the truth some day.