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
|