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 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

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