Pink Floyd

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 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, wot's uh the deal
Got to make it 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
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

Fire bright by candle light
With her by my side
If she prefers we will 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