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