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... Wot's uh... the deal

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

If she prefers we need never stir again

Someone sent the promised land

Well 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 where've you been

'Cause there's no wind left in my soul and I've grown old