Reach Down

I'm feeling lighter than a whisper from a dove
Singing golden words in a broken voice
And no money to decorate it
To the promised land
So don't think of me
I've got no hands to tie behind my back
And I caught some blessing on the wind
I had her under a spell

But you kinda lost your way
Wearin' a long white leather coat

Crying louder than some billion dollar baby
Yes love was my drug
Carry back in my hand
'Cause I gotta rest, I gotta rest, I gotta
Carry back in your hands

You gotta rest, you gotta rest
So some local customer put me in touch
Little man you got
But that's not what I died of
You say now I got all this room
Purple glasses and glitter in your hair
She made me promise not to tell
Now I had some angel, shine my wings

And I'm sparking like a heart attack
And you said,"Hey, this is where I'm gonna sit"

Now I've got room to spread my wings
You were going to the dog shows
You gotta
Reach down and pick the crowd up

And my messages of love
Reach down and pick the crowd up
And buy you a drink someday
No business gettin' frustrated
She said,"Nothin' but the best for the golden boy"
With the Man upstairs, He said