Was he a poet turned radical politician, trying to start a revolution? Preacher on a mission, talking about fishing in a new kind of kingdom? Or a small town wannabe, tired of carpentry, carving out a little thing? John or Elijah, teacher, messiah, or just someone trying to make a name? Or could the one we know as Mary's son be the long awaited holy one? 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 ought to know, gotta know where you stand Who do you say that I am? Who do you say that I am? A 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 lepers still leap in the blind man's seat, it's just a nice fairy tale Fact or fiction, are we all just wishing on pennies down in a well? While you're weary rushing with the truth, oh Could the truth be reaching out to you? 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 ought to know, gotta know where you stand Who do you say that I am? Who do you say that I am? Oh they question if I'm just a man Still the answer is who you say that I am 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? And all of your questions just keep you guessing When all you want is to be free Oh you ought to know, gotta know where you stand Who do you say that I am? Oh you ought to know, gotta know where you stand Who do you say that I am? Who do you say that I am? Who do you say that I am?