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
I'm lying in the dark but it's pitch bright
Cause this yellow in my soul and it raise, it brings me hope
I figured I'd be married young with two off springs
But this timing and me don't wait for you 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
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 hun 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