Heaven sent the promised land
Looks allright
from where I stand
Cause I'm the man
on the outside looking in
Waiting on the first step
Show me where the key is kept
Point me down the right
line because it's time
To let me in from the cold
Turn my lead into gold
Cause there's chill wind
blowing in my soul
And I think I'm growing old
Flash the readies wots
uh the deal
Got to make to the next meal
Try to keep up with the
turning of the wheel
Mile after mile
Stone after stone
Turn to speak but you're alone
Million mile from home
you're on your own
So let me in from the cold
Turn my lead into gold
Cause there's chill wind
blowing in my soul
And I think I'm growing old
Fire bright by candlelight
With her by my side
And if she prefers
we will never stir again
Someone sent the promised land
And I grabbed
it with both hands
Now I'm the man
on the inside looking out
Hear me shout 'come on in
what's the news
and where you been'
Cause there's no wind
left in my soul
And I've grown old
