Reach Down

Well I had a dream the other night

You were in a bar in the corner on a chair

Wearing a long white leather coat

Purple glasses and glitter in your hair

And you said, "Hey, this is where I wanna sit"

"And buy you a drink someday"

Well you were going to the dog shows

But you kinda lost your way

Now you said, "I got all this room and no money to decorate it"

So you got some local customer put you in touch with the man upstairs

But he said "Little man, you got no business being all frustrated"

"You gotta rest, you gotta rest, you gotta rest"

You gotta reach down and pick the crowd up

Oh, I wanna reach down and pick the crowd up

Carry back in my hands

To the promised land

To the promised land

I had an angel shine my wings

She said, "Nothing but the best for the golden boy"

And she made me promise not to tell I had her under a spell

Singing golden words in a broken voice

And I caught a blessing on the wind

I'm feeling lighter than the breath from a dove

I've got no hands to tie behind my back

And I'm sparking like a heart attack

And I've got room to spread my wings

And my messages of love, yeah yeah

Love was my drug

But that's not what I died of

So don't you think of me crying louder than some billion dollar baby

I wanna rest, I wanna rest, I wanna rest

I wanna reach down and pick the crowd up

I wanna reach down and pick the crowd up

Carry back in my hand to the promised land

To the promised land

To the promised land

I wanna reach down and pick the crowd up

I wanna reach down and pick the crowd up

And pick the crowd up

Carry back in my hand to the promised land

To the promised land

To the promised land