Текст песни 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.