The Prettiest Thing Norah Jones

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
That's hangin' 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
It looks like home to me

Now I'm dreamin' again
Like I've always been
Way down low
Thinkin' of the prettiest thing

Dreamin'
Dreamin'