Chris Cornell

Reach Down

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 

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  

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