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 im 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 (x2)