Lyrics: Wots... Uh The Deal

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 readies... wots...uh deal
got to make to the next meal
try to keep up with the turning of the wheel
mile after mile 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 chill wind blowing in my soul
and I think I'm growing old

fire bright by candlelight
with her by my side
if she prefers we may never stir again
someone sent the promised land
well 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've been
cause there's no wind left in my soul
and I've grown old