When I was a child, I spoke as a child
Now I'm a grown woman, but my thoughts are still wild
I thought I'd see London or maybe Paris
But I'm staring at cornfields and they're staring at me
verse 2
But dreams are just things that you keep in a jar
You bury your dreams or you wish on a star
For an ocean line ticket back to where you were born
Away from these hard times and the acres of corn
verse 3
Every now and again, well, I take a small drink
From the blackberry brandy hidden under the sink
And I pull out that steam trunk and put on my gown
And I waltz through these cornfields 'til I fall to the ground
verse 4
But dreams are just things that you keep in a trunk
'Til the men are out working or you've gone a bit drunk
Then you unlock your dreams, but they're tattered and worn
So you stare out the window at the acres of corn
Instrumental
Verse 5
Dreams are just things that you keep in a jar
You bury your dreams or you wish on a star
For an ocean line ticket back to where you were born
Away from these hard times and the acres of corn
Outro
When I was a child, I spoke as a child
Now I'm a grown woman, but my thoughts are still wild