Prettier

On top of all the mountains
And with the summer snow
I’m lookin' down on all the folks below
Six billion little freckles
With freckles of their own
It’s colder here than I have ever known
Between the lakes and highways
The grass and field scene
Looks more essential than i’ve ever seen
Scattered homes and patterns
A quilt of carpentry
One square down there with care was built by me
I’ll make it through
The moments without you
I’ve chosen exile for the view
And I won’t come down 'til Sunday
I won’t come down 'til Sunday
I won’t come down 'til Sunday
I won’t come down 'til Sunday
Hey
Inside the vacant cabin
The fire will not start
I’ll have a glass of wine to warm my heart
Outside the northwest window
A flock of birds goes by
I wonder how they stay so side by side
I’ll make it through
The moments without you
I’ve chosen exile for the view
And I won’t come down 'til Sunday
I won’t come down 'til Sunday
I won’t come down 'til Sunday
I won’t come down 'til Sunday
But on my way down
I’m gonna paint all the towns
And if I miss a few spots
I’ll simply turn back around
On my way down
I’m gonna crank up the sound
I’m gonna party like the devil
Until I reach sea level
I’ll make it through
And I won’t come down 'til Sunday
I won’t come down 'til Sunday
I won’t come down 'til Sunday
I won’t come down 'til Sunday