Collect From Wichita Lyrics

Collect From Wichita lyrics

It's raining cats and dogs

At a dinner outside of Wichita

Out of money
out of breath

I'm out here in the great Midwest



It ain't like
you'll walk through that door

A thousand miles form Baltimore

But if
you did you'd see a man

He's drowning in the Promised Land



And all
this time I've just been drifting

And I ain't got nothing left

I've been
bent and I've been twisted

Into this state of common sense

My back is up
against the wall

Hopin' that you'll take this call

Collect from
Wichita



I left Dunston Road in a cloud of dust

Screaming black and
furious

With slivers in my hand and feet

From pieces of our shattered
dreams