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)