Wot's... uh the deal
Heaven sent the promised landLooks allright from where I standCause I'm the man on the outside looking in
Waiting on the first stepShow me where the key is keptPoint me down the right line because it's time
To let me in from the coldTurn my lead into goldCause there's chill wind blowing in my soulAnd I think I'm growing old
Flash the readies wots...uh the dealGot to make to the next mealTry to keep up with the turning of the wheel.
Mile after mileStone after stoneTurn to speak but you're aloneMillion mile from home you're on your own
So let me in from the coldTurn my lead into goldCause there's chill wind blowing in my soulAnd I think I'm growing old
Fire bright by candlelightWith her by my sideAnd if she prefers we will never stir again
Someone sent the promised landAnd I grabbed it with both handsNow 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 soulAnd I've grown old