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
I'm dreaming again
Like I've always been
And way down low
I'm thinkin' of
the prettiest thing





