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I was a child of the grasslands with an oversized heartThey gave me an inch, and I'd roam the whole yardAnd well past the corn fields there I'd understandHow the world is dust, and I'm dust, and we're honestSo if you want to play, I'm wide openI'll bring my friends Mary and Annie on down to the quarryAnd in the late Autumn sun, we'll find the words to dwell uponYou 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 MidwestAnd I was taught by the land to think right for myselfAnd 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 unsureYour 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. From Letras Mania