The Land Of The Chosen Few - Gerry Rafferty

My girlfriend’s in Albania, my ex-wife's in Tasmania

And I’m in Transylvania with the vampires all around

My brother’s in Saskatchewan, my sister’s in Afghanistan

Still looking for the Promised Land, but the kingdom lies within

My mother’s still in vanity, I’m part of her insanity

My father died some years ago but I still pray for his soul

Now everyone’s a refugee on this planet Purgatory

We only find reality in the land of the chosen few

I still get lost in wild imagination

I need to wake up to reality

I’ve had enough of identification

What can be done for a fool like me

In the land

In the land

In the land of the chosen few

In the land

In the land

In the land of the chosen few

Love’s gonna set me free

I was dreaming of the Promised Land

Where people understand

Real love and harmony

I knew that I had found my way (my way) yeah (my way)

We were singing songs of innocence

And experience of love and harmony

And I knew that love was here to stay (real love) yeah (real love)

In the middle of a cool cool night

I woke up and I saw the light

In the land (in the land)

In the land (in the land)

In the land of the chosen few (chosen few)

In the land (in the land)

In the land (in the land)

In the land of the chosen few

I still get lost in wild imagination

I need to wake up to reality

I’ve had enough of identification

What can be done for a fool like me

In the land (in the land)

In the land (in the land)

In the land of the chosen few (chosen few)

I still get lost in wild imagination

I need to wake up to reality

I’ve had enough of identification

What can be done for a fool like me