Wot's... Uh the Deal

Heaven sent the promised land
It 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
What'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 (mile after mile)
Stone after stone (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
Growing old

(Instrumental)

Fire bright by candlelight
And her by my side
And if she prefers
We'll 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 and where you've been?
'Cause there's no wind left in my soul
And I've grown old



Credits
Writer(s): David Jon Gilmour, George Roger Waters
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