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!...