I think this is one of the most beautiful songs. It has been in my head for a while since we had a string of thunderstorms.
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
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