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