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 
Hanging up on someone else's wall 
Lately I just haven't been myself at all 
It's heavy on my mind 

I'm dreamin' again 
Like I've always been 
And way down low 
I know 

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 

I'm dreamin' again 
Like I've always been 
And way down low 
I'm thinkin' of the prettiest thing