The Land Of Doesn't Have To Be Lyrics - Donovan Leitch

There is a land not far from the ears of sound 

The eyes of sight can't see 

It's over the trees 

You'll be there by tomorrow's breeze 

Few people get there quick 

By their chosen road 

They don't know it quicker to go 

By natural velocity 

There is a wall of doubt surrounding 

Everything that's there 

Children fair, they ride there 

On the dreamy mare 

And at the great big gate 

Waiters wait 

They must fill the form, denounce the norm 

They are torn, twixt praise and scorn