Prettiest thing
I ever did see
Was lightening from the top of a cloud
Moving through the dark million miles an hour
With somewhere to be
So why does it seem
Like a picture
Is hangin' up on someone else's wall
Lately I just haven't been myself at all
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 ol' 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
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