I was a child of the grasslands with an oversized heart They gave me an inch, and I'd roam the whole yard And well past the corn fields there I'd understand How the world is dust, and I'm dust, and we're honest
So if you want to play, I'm wide open I'll bring my friends Mary and Annie on down to the quarry And in the late Autumn sun, we'll find the words to dwell upon You said "I'm dust, and you're dust, and we're honest"
My name it means nothing. My age it means less. The country I come from is called the Midwest And I was taught by the land to think right for myself And that the man knows all the rules, but I know this… Yes and I'm dust, and you're dust, and we're honest.
Oh brave world, how have you changed? I'm still unsure Your hat is hung in the very same place, your shoes are scuffed. Your shirt is untucked, just more and more impatient.
Oh brave world, how have you changed? I'm still unsure. Your hat is hung in the very same place, your shoes are scuffed. Your shirt is untucked, just more and more impatient.Teksty umieszczone na naszej stronie są własnością wytwórni, wykonawców, osób mających do nich prawa.
