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
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