Danny Saucedo - Pretty Jars lyrics

Slim pickings this harvest,
so I listen for a messenger from the West
To tell me that somebody has got something for me to peruse


Slim picking this harvest,
so I wait for something more honest
When you tell me you want to see me, I don't think there's a way I can lose

Pretty Jars reflect my stars
better than the windshields of flying cars
Pretty Jars shine like stars
brighter than the headlights of flying cars

So I won't farm these dusty fields no more
and I might even turn down a few free bushels just left on my door
but I promise that I won't starve while I wait for preserves in pretty jars

So I won't farm, I'll do my best to keep my hands out the dirt
and I'll occupy myself with a new definition of work
And even if I never eat the food within, I will turn down dirt to look at pretty jars

Pretty Jars reflect my stars
better than the windshields of flying cars
Pretty Jars shine like stars
brighter than the headlights of flying cars