Heaven said the promised land
Looks allright from where I stand
Cause Im 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 its time
To let me in from the cold
Turn my land into gold
Cause theres chill wind blowing in my soul
And I think Im 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 youre alone
Million mile from home youre on your own
So let me in from the cold
Turn my land into gold
Cause theres chill wind blowing in my soul
And I think Im growing old

Fly bright by candlelight
Up out of my sight
And if she prefers we will never stir again
Someone said 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, whats the news and where you been?
Cause theres no wind left in my soul
And Ive grown old