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



I'm Dreamin' Again

Like I've 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 Dreamin' Again

Like I've Always Been

And Way Down Low

I'm Thinkin' Of The Prettiest Thing