By shawn colvin & john leventhal

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