The Prettiest Thing

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

- Norah Jones - The Prettiest Thing -