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 –

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

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.