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