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 elses wall
Lately I havent been myself at all
Its heavy on my mind
Im dreaming again
Like Ive 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
Im dreaming again
Like Ive always been
And way down low
Im thinkin of the prettiest thing
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