The Prettiest Thing

The prettiest thing

I ever did see

Was lightning 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 dreamin' again Like

I've always been

And way down low

I still 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 Now

I'm dreamin' again

Like I've always been

And way down low

I'm thinkin' of the prettiest thing

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