Sky Cries Mary - Wots… Uh The Deal

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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 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 chill wind blowing in my soul
And I think I’m growing old
Flash the readies… wot’s… uh, 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 chill wind blowing in my soul
And I think I’m growing old
Fire bright by candlelight
And 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 ya been?»
'Cause there’s no wind left in my soul
And I’ve grown old