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

And I'm dreamin' again

Like I've always been

Way down low

I still know

That 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

Way down low

Thinkin' of the prettiest thing