Wots... Uh the Deal

Heaven said 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 where the key is kept Point me down the right line because it's time To let me in from the cold Turn my land into gold Cause there's chill wind blowing in my soul And I think I'm growing old Flash the red is wots...uh the deal Got to make to the next meal Try to keep up with the turning of the wheel. Mile after mile Stone after stone Turn to speak but you're alone Million mile from home you're on your own So let me in from the cold Turn my land into gold Cause there's chill wind blowing in my soul And I think I'm growing old Fly bright by candlelight Up out of my sight And if she prefers we will never stir again Someone said 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