I was born in a dusty cloud.    Fragile and frayed at the edge of sound.   That's all that I am now.   I was raised in a great expanse.    Cradled and kept by an old tree branch.   That's all that I am now.      An escapade in blue.   More false than true.   You can cut me down but don't cut me out.   That's all that I am now.      Good men labor in the noon day dance.   Blistered and broken by circumstance.   That's all that I am now.   So I passed with a passing age.   Most were lost but some were saved.   And that's all that I am now.