Wot's... Uh The Deal

Heaven sent 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 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 chill wind blowing in my soul
And I think I'm growing old.

Flash the readies 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
With her by my side
And if she prefers we will never stir again.

Someone sent 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.