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 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
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 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 need never stir again
Someone sent the promised land
And I grabbed it with both hands
Now I'm the man on the inside lookin' out
Hear me shout "Come on in,
What's the news, and where you've been?"
Cause there's no wind left in my soul
And I've grown old