Well, 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
Well, you were going to the dog shows
But you kinda lost your way

Now you said, "now I got all this room
And no money to decorate it"
So some local customer put me in touch with the man upstairs
But he said, "little man, you got no business gettin' 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, ooh, ooh
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 Writer/s: Chris Cornell
Publisher: Hipgnosis Songs Group, Peermusic Publishing, Universal Music Publishing Group
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