The Prettiest Thing

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 hanginÂ’ up on someone elseÂ’s wall
Lately I just havenÂ’t been myself at all
Heavy on my mind
And I ‘m dreamin’ again
Like IÂ’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 olÂ’ pine floor
Looks like home to me

Now IÂ’m dreaminÂ’ again
Like IÂ’ve always been
Way down low
ThinkinÂ’ of the prettiest thing

DreaminÂ’
DreaminÂ’