Lyrics:
Heaven sent the promised landLooks alright from where I standCause I'm the man on the outside looking inWaiting on the first stepShow me where the key is keptPoint me down the right line because it's timeTo let me in from the coldTurn my lead into goldCause there's a chill wind blowing in my soulAnd I think I'm growing oldFlash 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 stoneJust turn to speak but you're aloneMillion miles from home you're on your ownSo let me in from the coldTurn my lead into goldCause there's chill wind blowing in my soulAnd I think I'm growing oldFire bright by candlelightAnd her by my sideAnd if she prefers we will never stir againSomeone sent the promised landAnd I grabbed it with both handsNow I'm the man on the inside looking outThen he shouts...Come on inWhat's the news, whe