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 Marissa, 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 seeYou've been broken, how can you hope in, or believe in a mystery?Oh you oughta know, gotta know where you standWho do you say that I am?Two thousand years counting, the question's still mounting, the answer's still a mysteryScience can't prove it, critics accuse it, of being a crutch for the weakAnd the leper's still leaping, the blind man's see, it's just a nice fairy taleFact or fiction, or real destruction, or 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 seeYou've been broken, how can you hope in, or believe in a mystery?Oh you oughta know, gotta know where you standWho do you say that I am?Oh they question if I'm just a man, still the answer is who you say that I amSo you're a cynic, oh well I get it, it's hard to trust what you can't seeYou'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 freeOh you oughta know, gotta know where you standWho do you say that I am?Oh you oughta know, gotta know where you standWho do you say that I am?Who do you say that I am?Who do you say that I am?