I'm sitting here looking at this old canvas
And the picture looks so different from you
Yes, it does (yes, it does)
Maybe it's time to go back to the drawing board
'Cause it's likely that the man I drew is fictional
It's possible I dream such a thing that's so far away
And the flame that you bring is warming up
It's possible we all want a dream that's so far away
And my white picket dreams are home enough, oh yeah
I'm lying in the dark but it's pitch bright (pitch bright)
'Cause this yellow in my soul and it raise, it brings me hope (brings me hope)
I figured I'd be married young with two offspring
But this timing and me don't wait for you to carry on (to carry on)
So I wait for the day, for the day
When this frame shows a face, gives a name and you say
That you will, it's your will, we can build, we can still see it
It's possible I dream such a thing that's so far away
And the flame that you bring is warming up
It's possible we all want a dream that's so far away
And my white picket dreams are home enough, oh yeah
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And you know I want that, baby
What you do, keep on bringing me joy
And you know we'll have that, baby
I give you that picture hon' and so much more
And you know I want that, baby
And you know we'll have that, baby
That white picket dream we'll paint it
The house on the hills with our name on the door
And you know I want that, baby
And you know we'll have that, baby
That white picket dream of mine
Will show me how it was in no time
It's possible I dream such a thing that's so far away
And the flame that you bring is warming up
It's possible we all want a dream that's so far away
And my white picket dreams are home enough, oh yeah, oh