down at the train they go to independence every day 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 dreamin 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 that black clouds roll in chasing me back again back to the flat fine line the wichita skyline the wichita skyline the wichita skyline