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 seen London or maybe Paris   but I'm starin' at cornfields and they're starin' at me      But dreams are just things that 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      Every now and again 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      But dreams are just things that you keep in a trunk   'til the men are out workin' 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      Dreams are just things that 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      When I was a child, I spoke as a child   Now I'm a grown woman but my thoughts are still wild