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 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 red is 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

And her by my side

And if she prefers we will never stir again



Someone said 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


more