Pink Floyd - Wot's... Uh The Deal?

Heaven sent the promised land
Looks allright 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 wots...uh the deal
Got to make to the next meal
Try to keep up with the turning of the wheel.
Mile after mile after
Stone after stone
You turn to speak but you're alone
A 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
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 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