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 kinda 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 reach down

And pick the crowd up
Carry back in your hands
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
?Cause I gotta rest
I gotta rest
I gotta

Reach down
And pick the crowd up
Carry back in my hand
To the promised land