Wot's... Uh The Deal |
Музыка: | Уотерс, Гилмор |
Текст: | Уотерс, Гилмор |
Вокал: | Гилмор |
Heaven send the promised land
Looks all right 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
Flash the readies
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
Fire bright by candle light and her by my side
Or if she prefers, we 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