Heaven sent the promised land
Looks alright 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 a chill wind blowing in my soul
And I think I'm growing old

Flash the readies Wot's... uh, the deal
Got to make IT to the next meal
Try to keep up with the turning of the wheel.

Mile after mile
Stone after stone
Just turn to speak but you're alone
Million miles 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

Fly bright by candlelight
Up out of my sight
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 [bad word] on in
What's the news, where ya been
Cause there's no wind left in my soul
And I've grown old