Wichita Skyline

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