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'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' [bad word]  you gotta rest 
You gotta rest you gotta reach down 

And pick the crowd up 
Carry back in your hands 
To the promised land 
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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 
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 [bad word]  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