Nothing To Say To The New York Times Lyrics

I've got nothing to say

To The New York Times

Nothing to say to Fox News

I've got nothing to spin

To lose or to win

I've got nothing to say but the truth

I've got nothing to say

To the nation or state

Nothing to say to your tribe

No hype and no rally

No votes needing tally

No kingdom but the kingdom that's mine

An eternal kingdom of life

Who do they say that I am?

Who do they say that I am?

The way and the life and the goodness

And the beauty and the truth?

Well, that all may be true, but

Who am I?

Who am I to you?

I've got nothing to say

To the crooks and the harlots

Downcast, with tears in their eyes

I've got no life lessons

Advice or directions

Just forgiveness and a real paradise

Forgiveness and a real paradise

Who do they say that I am?

Who do they say that I am?

The Lord and the Christ

And the one who will make all things new?

Well, that all may be true, but

Who am I?

Who am I to you?

Who am I to you?

Who am I to you?

I've got nothing to say to the courtroom of Pilate

When he asks if I'm king of the Jews

Is it a query that's honest

Do you know the promise

Are you asking for them or for you?

I have no words I haven't already spoken

Today, back then, and tomorrow too

The only thing left

That is to be said

A question to answer

Not a book to be read

It's an ache in the heart

Not a thought in the head

Who am I?

Who am I to you?