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The way I had it pictured
We’d rent out some small vineyard
And invite our friends and family to take part
The way I had it pictured
The candle lights would flicker
And light up your white dress out on the lawn
Now it’s a cold day in December
I wonder if you remember
How close we made each other feel to God

The way I had it pictured
Your hair would probably glitter
And we’d make promises while they all watched
We’d even have embroidered pillows
Funny comments in the guestbook
And tie up something more than just a knot
Knots that don’t get tied sometimes become a noose
And I’ve got so little left to lose

I pictured we’d live out our days on a little patch of grass
I saw the kids we’d raise and dogs we’d play with; all the laughs we’d have
Never pictured that I’d be here on the brink of breaking down
I’m ashamed to tell you what I picture now

My good imagination
Has become a bad fixation
keep playing out this scene in my mind
A funeral home in Oklahoma, my mother looks so alone and my father’s wiping tears from his eyes
They keep the casket closed and the mourners they all know
That you won’t even show to say goodbye

They’ll bury me by my grandad outside a tiny town. I’ll finally rest in peace there in my home beneath the ground
Maybe in another life we’ll get one more time around. Hang wedding photos on our wall and never take them down
Get old together and end our days as our children gather round
Sorry to say that’s what I picture now
Ashamed to say that’s what I picture now