The Land Of Plenty

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 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 ¨c
For the christ who has not risen,
From the caverns of the heart ¨c

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
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.

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 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
Shine on the truth some day.