Lyric Collect From Wichita

(Neal Coty/Randy Wan Warner)

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