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.
1 | Dance Me To The End Of Love |
2 | Halleluja |
3 | First We Take Manhattan |
4 | Take This Waltz |
5 | Closing Time |
6 | Stranger Song |
7 | Boogie Street |
8 | My Oh My |
9 | Did I Ever Love You |
10 | Show Me The Place |