The Land of Plenty - Leonard Cohen

Don't really have the courage

To stand there 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:

"My 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 the 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

May the lights in The Land of Plenty

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 buy obey

For what's left of our religion

I lift my voice and pray:

"May the lights in The Land of Plenty

May the lights in The Land of Plenty

May the lights in The Land of Plenty

Shine on the truth some day!"