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 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 know



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