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.