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