White Picket Dreams

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