Reach down and pick the crowd up
You were going to the dog shows
And buy you a drink someday
With the Man upstairs, He said
Carry back in my hand
And no money to decorate it
So don't think of me
Yes love was my drug
Purple glasses and glitter in your hair
You gotta
Carry back in your hands
You say now I got all this room
I've got no hands to tie behind my back
Now I had some angel, shine my wings
Reach down and pick the crowd up
Little man you got
But you kinda lost your way
And my messages of love
Now I've got room to spread my wings
To the promised land
So some local customer put me in touch
You gotta rest, you gotta rest
'Cause I gotta rest, I gotta rest, I gotta
Singing golden words in a broken voice
Wearin' a long white leather coat
But that's not what I died of
She said,"Nothin' but the best for the golden boy"
I had her under a spell
I'm feeling lighter than a whisper from a dove
No business gettin' frustrated
Crying louder than some billion dollar baby
And I caught some blessing on the wind
And you said,"Hey, this is where I'm gonna sit"
And I'm sparking like a heart attack
She made me promise not to tell
