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 im 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. ♪ Wichita Skyline (x2)