Wichita Skyline

Down at the train they got 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 scanning the sky for a patch of blue

And I watch the black clouds rolling in

Chasing me back again

Back to the flat fine, line

The Wichita skyline

The Wichita skyline

Wichita skyline

The Wichita skyline