The Land of Plenty

Don't really have the courage To stand there 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: "My the lights in The Land of Plenty Shine on the truth some day!" I don't 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 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 May the lights in The Land of Plenty May the lights in The Land of Plenty 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 buy obey For what's left of our religion I lift my voice and pray: "May the lights in The Land of Plenty May the lights in The Land of Plenty May the lights in The Land of Plenty Shine on the truth some day!"