Heaven said the promised land
Looks allright 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 land 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 land 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 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