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'm gonna sit And buy you a drink someday Well, you were going to the dog shows But you kinda lost your way Now you said, "Now 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 Ooh, 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 an 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 a blessing on the wind I'm feelin' lighter than a breath from a dove I got no hands to tie behind my back And I'm sparking like a heart attack And I got room to spread my wings And my messages is of love, yeah-yeah Love was my drug But that's not what I died of So don't you think of me Cryin' 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 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 Ahh, oh