Acres of Corn
Whispers of Dreams in Cornfields
Lyrics
When I was a child, I spoke as a child
Reflecting on childhood innocence and simplicity.
Now I'm a grown woman but my thoughts are still wild
Despite growing up, maintaining a free-spirited mindset.
I thought I'd seen London or maybe Paris
Expectations of experiencing major cities but finds herself surrounded by cornfields.
But I'm starin' at cornfields and they're starin' at me
Feeling a connection or gaze with the cornfields.
But dreams are just things that keep in a jar
Dreams are preserved but constrained, like keeping them in a jar.
You bury your dreams or you wish on a star
The choice between burying dreams or holding onto hope (wishing on a star).
For an ocean line ticket back to where you were born
Desiring a return to one's roots, symbolized by an ocean line ticket.
Away from these hard times and the acres of corn
Seeking refuge from difficulties in life and the expanse of cornfields.
Every now and again I take a small drink
Indulging in occasional escape through alcohol (blackberry brandy).
From the blackberry brandy hidden under the sink
Hidden moments of personal solace and self-expression.
And I pull out that steam trunk and put on my gown
Revisiting dreams and memories through personal items like a gown in a steam trunk.
And I waltz through these cornfields 'til I fall to the ground
Dancing metaphorically or literally through the cornfields in moments of reverie.
But dreams are just things that you keep in a trunk
Dreams are kept restrained until circumstances allow their exploration.
'til the men are out workin' or you've gone a bit drunk
Unlocking dreams during times of freedom or intoxication.
Then you unlock your dreams, but they're tattered and worn
Realizing that dreams may be damaged or faded with time.
So you stare out the window at the acres of corn
Contemplating dreams while observing the vastness of cornfields.
Dreams are just things that keep in a jar
Reiteration of dreams being preserved but confined, like in a jar.
You bury your dreams or you wish on a star
The ongoing choice between abandoning or holding onto dreams.
For an ocean line ticket back to where you were born
Longing for a return to one's place of origin.
Away from these hard times and the acres of corn
Desire to escape challenging times and the expanse of cornfields.
When I was a child, I spoke as a child
Repeating the contrast between childhood innocence and mature thoughts.
Now I'm a grown woman but my thoughts are still wild
Emphasizing the enduring nature of a wild, untamed mindset.
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