The prettiest thing

The prettiest thing I ever did see Was lightening 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 haven't been myself at all It's heavy on my mind I'm dreaming 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 dreaming again Like I've always been And way down low I'm thinkin' of the prettiest thing