I'm sitting here looking at this old canvas
And the picture looks so different from you
Yes it does, yes it does

Maybe it's time to go back to the drawing board
Cause it's likely that the man I drew is fictional


It's possible I dream such a thing that's so far away
And the flame that you bring is warming up
It's possible we all want a dream that's so far away

And my white picket dreams are home enough

I'm lying in the dark but it's pitch bright

Cause this yellow in my soul and it raise, it brings me hope
I figured I'd be married young with two off springs
But this timing and me don't wait for you to carry on


So I wait for the day for the day
When this frame shows a face gives a name and you say

That you will it's your will we can build we can still see it

It's possible I dream such a thing that's so far away

And the flame that you bring is warming up
It's possible we all want a dream that's so far away
And my white picket dreams are home enough


And you know I want that baby
What you do keep on bringing me joy

And you know we'll have that baby
I give you that picture hun and so much more
And you know I want that baby

And you know we'll have that baby
That white picket dream we'll paint it
The house on the hills with our name on the door

And you know I want that baby
And you know we'll have that baby
That white picket dream of mine will show me how it was in no time


It's possible I dream such a thing that's so far away
And the flame that you bring is warming up

It's possible we all want a dream that's so far away
And my white picket dreams are home enough