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'm wanna sit
And buy you a drink someday
Will you going to the dog shows
But you kinda lost your way

You say now I got all this room
And no money to decorate it,
so got some Local customer
put me in touch with the man Upstairs,
but he said little man
You got no business being all frustrated,
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

guitar solo

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 breath from a dove
I've got n ohands to tie behind my back
And I'm sparking like a heart attack,

But now I've got room to spread my wings
And my messages of Love, yeah
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,
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!