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 hangin’ up on someone else’s wall Lately I just haven’t been myself at all 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 ol’ 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