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 say, I got all this room And no money to decorate it So some local customer Put me in touch with the Man upstairs He said, "Little man You got no business bein' 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 hand to the promised land To the promised land Ooh, I had some angel shine my wings She said, "Nothin' 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 Now I caught some blessing on the wind I'm feeling lighter than a 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 Love was my drug But that's not what I died of So don't think of me Crying louder than some Billion Dollar Baby Ooh, 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, oh Yeah, I wanna reach down Oh yeah, and pick the crowd up (I wanna reach down) I wanna reach down (And pick the crowd up) And pick the crowd up (Carry back in my hand) Hand (To the promised land) To the promised land (To the promised land) Ooh yeah Ah oh