text: 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 
  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 never stir again
  Someone sent the promised land
  And I grabbed it with both hands
  Now Im the man on the inside looking out
  Hear me shout “Come on in!
  What’s the news and whereve you been?”
  Cause there’s no wind left in my soul
  And I’ve grown old