Brave World

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

Yes, and 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 best

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