Chris Cornell - Reach Down Lyrics
I had a dream the other nightYou were in a bar in the corner on a chairWearing a long white leather coatPurple glasses and glitter in your hairAnd you said hey this is where Im gonna sitAnd buy you a drink somedayYou were going to the dog showsBut you kinda lost your wayYou say now I got all this roomAnd no money to decorate it, so someLocal customer put me in touch with the manUpstairs, he said little manYou got no business gettin frustrated, you gotta restYou gotta rest you gotta reach downAnd pick the crowd upCarry back in your handsTo the promised landNow I had some angel shine my wings, she saidNothin but the best for the golden boyShe made me promise not to tell I had her underA spell singing golden words in a broken voiceAnd I caught some blessing on the windIm feeling lighter than a whisper from a doveIve got no hands to tie behind my backAnd Im sparking like a heart attack,Now Ive got room to spread my wingsAnd my messages of love, yes love was my drug,But thats not what I died of,So dont think of me crying louderThan some billion dollar baby cause I gotta rest I gotta rest I gottaReach down and pick theCrowd up, carry back in my hand to the promised land
