You Make Me Sick I Make Music - Reach Down lyrics

Well, I had a dream the other night You were in a bar in the corner on a chair Wearin' a long white leather coat Purple gla**es and glitter in your hair And you said, "Hey, this is where I wanna sit And buy you a drink someday" Well, you were goin' to the Dog shows But you kinda lost your way Now you said, "I got all this room And nobody to decorate it" So you got some local customer Put you in touch with the man upstairs But he said, "Little man Ya' got no business bein' all frustrated You gotta rest 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 Ooh, I had an angel shine my wings She said, "Nothin' but the best for the golden boy And she made me promise not to tell I had her under a spell Singin' golden words in a broken voice Now I caught a blessing on the wind I'm feelin' lighter than a breath from a dove I got no hands to tie behind my back And I'm sparkin' like a heart attack And I 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 ya' think of me Cryin' 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 Oh 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 oh