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 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