Chris Cornell – Reach Down lyrics


Ooh, I wanna rest, I wanna rest, I wanna rest… So don’t you think of me crying louder than some billion dollar baby. Carry back in my hand, (Oh yeah!)
To the Promised Land, (to the Promised Land)
To the Promised Land, (ooh yeah)
Oh! Well I had a dream the other night,
You were in a bar in the corner on a chair. I wanna reach down, (I wanna reach down!), and pick the crowd up. And you said, “Hey this is where I wanna sit and buy you a drink someday.”
Well you were goin’ to the dog shows, but you kinda lost your way. I’ve got no hands to tie behind my back,
And I’m sparking like a heart attack. Carry back in my hand,
To the Promised Land,
To the Promised Land. And pick the crowd up! She said, “Nothin’ but the best for the golden boy.”
She made the promise not to tell,
I had her under the spell,
Singing golden words in a broken voice. Whoa… I wanna reach down, and pick the crowd up. Oh, I wanna reach down, and pick the crowd up. Ooh, I had an angel shine my wings. To the Promised Land. Now I caught a blessing on the wind,
I’m feeling lighter than the breath from a dove. Now you said, “I got all this room and no money to decorate it.”
So you got some local customer put you in touch with the man upstairs. Wearin’ a long white leather coat,
Purple glasses and glitter in your hair. And now I got room to spread my wings,
And my message is of love. I wanna reach down, and pick the crowd up. But he said, “Little man, you got no business bein’ all fustrated.”
Ooh, “You gotta rest, you gotta rest, you gotta rest…”

You gotta reach down, and pick the crowd up. (Yeah, yeah.)
Love was my drug, but that’s not what I died of. Whew

Yeah, I wanna reach down (Oh yeah!), and pick the crowd up. Carry back in my hand,
To the Promised Land,
To the Promised Land.