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
You were going to the dog shows,
But you kind'a lost your way

You say, now 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 gettin' frustrated,
You gotta rest
You gotta rest
You gotta rest

You gotta reach down, & pick the crowd up
Oh, I wanna reach down, & pick the crowd up
Carry back in my hand, to the promised land
To the promised land...

Now I had some 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 whisper 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, 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!... Ah-ohh!...