I ever did see
was lighting 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
Laterly I just haven't been myself at all
It's heavy on my mind
I'm dreaming again
like i have 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
I'm dreaming again
Iike i've always been
and way down low
i'm thinking the prettiest thing