Was he a poet turned
Radical politician
Trying to start a revolution
A preacher on a mission
Talkin' bout fishing
In a new kind of kingdom
Or a small town wannabe tired
Of carpentry
Carving out a little fame
John or Elijah, teacher,
Messiah
Or just someone trying to
Make a name
Could the one we know as
Mary's son
Be the long awaited Holy One
Chorus:
So you're a cynic
Oh, well I get it
It's hard to trust what you
Can't see
You've been broken
How can you hope in
Or believe in a mystery
Oh, you oughta know, gotta
Know where you stand
Who do you say that I am
Who do you say that I am
Two thousand years counting,
The question's still mounting
The answer's still
A mustard seed
Science can't prove it,
Critics accuse it
Of being a crutch for the weak
And the leper's still leaping,
The blind man seeing
Is just a nice fairy tale
Fact or fiction, are we all
Just wishin'
On pennies down in a well
While you're weary wrestling
With the truth
Could the Truth be reaching
Out to you
Chorus
Though they question if I'm
Just a man
Still the answer is who you say
That I am
Chorus