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
Is hanging up on someone else's wall?
Lately I just 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 still know
That the prettiest thing I ever did see
Was dusty as the handle on the door
Rusted and stuck in the old pine floor
That looks like home to me
Now I'm dreaming again
Like I've always been
And way down low
Thinking of the prettiest thing
Like I've always been
And way down low
Like I've always been
Like I've always been