The prettiest thing
I ever did see
Was lightening from
the top of a cloud
Moving through
the dark a million
miles an hour with
somewhere to be
So why does it seem
like a picture
Hanging up on
someone else's wall
lately I just haven't
been myself at all
It's heavy on
my mind
I'm dreaming
again like I've
always been
And way down
low I still know
That the prettiest
thing I ever did see
Was dusty as
the handle
on the door
Rusty as a nail
stuck in the
old pine floor
Looks like
home to me
Now I'm
dreaming again
Like I've always
been and way
down low
I'm thinking of
the prettiest thing