Down at the train they go to independence every day
But anywhere else now just 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 final line
like the Wichita skyline
And
I rode on the air stream 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
There's nothing around the bend
except for that flat final line
The Wichita skyline
The Wichita skyline
And
as far as Salina I can get that good station from La Rue
I'm searching the dial and I'm
scanning the sky for a patch of blue
And then I watch the black clouds roll in
They're chasing me back again
back to that
flat final line
The Wichita skyline
The Wichita skyline
The Wichita skyline