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 a 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 after Stone after stone You turn to speak but you're alone A million miles from home you're on your own So let me in from the cold Turn my lead into gold Cause there's a chill wind blowing in my soul And I think I'm growing old Fly 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, where you been?' Cause there's no wind left in my soul And I've grown oldTeksty umieszczone na naszej stronie są własnością wytwórni, wykonawców, osób mających do nich prawa.
