Heaven sent the promised land Looks alright from where I stand Cause Im 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 its time To let me in from the cold Turn my lead into gold Cause theres a chill wind blowing in my soul And I think Im growing old Flash the readies Wots... 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 Just turn to speak but youre alone Million miles from home youre on your own So let me in from the cold Turn my lead into gold Cause theres chill wind blowing in my soul And I think Im growing old Fly bright by candlelight With her by my side And if she prefers we will never stir again Someone sent the promised land And I grabbed it with both hands Now Im the man on the inside looking out Hear me shout Come on in Whats the news, where ya been Cause theres no wind left in my soul And Ive grown old https://youtube/watch?v=0Ilb_57xUC4
Posted on: Sun, 28 Dec 2014 09:41:42 +0000
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