Reach Down

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

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 been all frustrated"

You gotta rest, you gotta rest, you gotta rest

You gotta reach down

And pick the crowd up

Carry back in my hand

To the promised land

I had an angel shine my wings

She said nothin' but the best for the golden boy

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

Singing golden words in a broken voice

And 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

Now I've got room to spread my wings and my messages of love

Yes, 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

I wanna rest, I wanna rest, I wanna rest

I wanna reach down

And pick the crowd up

Carry back in my hand

To the promised land