Heaven sent 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 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 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 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