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 blowin' in my soul,
and I think I'm growing old.
Fire bright by candle light and her by my side.
And if she prefers, we need never stir again.
Someone said the promised land. Oh, 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 you been?"
'Cause there's no wind left in my soul, and I've grown old.
Flash the read-ies. 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 blowin' in my soul, and I think I'm growing old.
Chords used:
Gmaj7 3x4003
G7 3x3003
G6 3x2003
G+ 3x1003
D7 xx0212
D9 000210
Am7 x02010