Pink Floyd

- Wot's... 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 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
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
And if she prefers we need 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