Heaven sent the promised land
Looks all right from where I stand
'Cause I'm the man on the outside looking inWaiting on the first step
Show me where the key is kept
Point me down the right line
Because it's timeTo let me in from the cold
Turn my lead into gold
'Cause there's a chill wind blowin' in my soul
And I think I'm growing oldFlash the readies
Wots..uh the deal?
Got to make it to the next meal
Try to keep up with the turning of the wheelMile after mile stone after stone
You turn to speak but you're alone
Million miles from home you're on your ownSo let me in from the cold
Turn my lead into gold
'Cause there's a chill wind blowin' in my soul
And I think I'm growing oldFire bright by candlelight and her by my side
And if she prefers we never stir againSomeone sent the promised land
And I grabbed it with both hands
Now I'm the man on the inside looking outHear me shout, come on in
What's the news? Where you been?
'Cause there's no wind left in my soul
And I've grown old
Composição: David Gilmour / Roger Waters.
