Heaven send the promised land Looks all right 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 blowin' 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 You 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 a chill wind blowin' in my soul and I think I'm growing old
Fire bright by candle light and her by my side Or if she prefers, we 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? Where you been? 'Cause there's no wind left in my soul and I've grown old