verse 1 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 see London or maybe Paris But I'm staring at cornfields and they're staring at me verse 2 But dreams are just things that you 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 verse 3 Every now and again, well, 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 verse 4 But dreams are just things that you keep in a trunk 'Til the men are out working 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 Instrumental Verse 5 Dreams are just things that you 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 Outro When I was a child, I spoke as a child Now I'm a grown woman, but my thoughts are still wild