I'm sitting here looking at this old canvas And the picture looks so different from you Yes it does Maybe it's time to go back to the drawing board Cuz it's likely that the man I drew is fictional (chorus) It's possible to dream such a thing that's so far away And the flame that you bring is warm enough It's possible we all want a dream that's so far away And my white picket dream is home enough. Oh yeah... I'm lying in the dark but it's pitch bright Cuz this yellow in my soul and it rays It brings me whole. I figured I'd be married young with two offspring But this timing and it 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 (Chorus) And you know I want that, baby What you do keep on bringing me joy And you know we'll have that, baby I'll give you that picture, honey, 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 That house on the hill with our name on that door And you know I want that, baby And you know we'll have that, baby That white picket dream of mine Will sure be ours in no time (chorus)