Lyrics:
Don't really have the courageTo stand where I must standDon't really have the temperamentTo lend a helping handDon't really know who sent meTo raise my voice and say“May the lights in 'The Land of Plenty'Shine on the truth some dayâ€I don't know why I've come hereKnowing as I doWhat you really think of meWhat I really think of youFor the millions in the prisonThat wealth has set apartFor the Christ who has not risenFrom the caverns of the heartFor the innermost decisionThat we cannot but obeyFor what's left of our religionI lift my voice and prayMay the lights in 'The Land of Plenty' (3x)Shine on the truth some dayI know I said I'd meet youI'd meet you at the storeBut I can't buy it, babyI can't buy it anymoreAnd I don't really know who sent meTo raise my voice and say“May the lights in 'The Land of Plenty'Shine on the truth some dayâ€For the innermost decisionThat we cannot buy obeyFor what's left of our religionI lift my voice and prayMay the lights in 'The Land of Plenty' (3x)Shine on the truth some day