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 wanna sit" And buy you a drink someday You were going to the dog shows But you kinda lost your way Now you say "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 been all frustrated" You gotta rest, you gotta rest, you gotta rest You gotta reach down And pick the crowd up Carry back in my hand To the promised land I had an 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 breath 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 I wanna rest, I wanna rest, I wanna rest I wanna reach down And pick the crowd up Carry back in my hand To the promised land