White Picket Dreams

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, oh yeah

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

'Cause this yellow in my soul and it raise, it brings me hope (brings me hope)

I figured I'd be married young with two offspring

But this timing and me don't wait for you to carry on (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, oh yeah

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 hon' 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, oh yeah, oh