Reach Down Lyrics - Chris Cornell

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 

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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' frustrated, 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 

A 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 drug, 

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