wichita skyline

down at the train they go to independence every day

but anywhere else now seems like a million miles away

and i must have been high to believe that i would ever leave

now i'm just a flat fine line like the wichita skyline

i rode on the airstream across the great lonesome afternoon

i wished hard enough to hurt

drove fast enough to catch the moon

but i must have been dreamin' again 'cause there's nothing around the bend

except for that flat fine line

the wichita skyline

as far as salina i can get that good station from larue

i'm searching the dial while i'm scanning the sky for a patch of blue

and i watch that black clouds roll in chasing me back again

back to the flat fine line

the wichita skyline. wichita skyline