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