Down At The Train They Go To Independence Everyday
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 Dreaming 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 The Black Clouds Roll In Chasing Me Back Again
Back To The Flat Fine Line The Wichita Skyline