Wichita

The buffalo are out among the falling stars tonight

Shadows cross the kitchen in the afternoon

Daylight break on the hemisphere

I jumped in the water . . . you left too soon.

Blood red sun . . . moon on the water

Everything is frozen north of Wichita

And the rails bear a dangerous cargo there

Through the latter days of dreamtime

And the screen door is busted

And the hours fall and wither away

Everything is frozen north of Wichita

Everything is frozen north of Wichita

Yeah I come from sad stories

Yeah I come from lonely people too

Yeah I come from California

God is green . . . eyes are blue.

And the bird is flown already

And the guns are drawn already

Blood red sun . . . moon on the water

Everything is frozen north of Wichita

The rails bear a dangerous cargo there

Through the latter days of dreamtime

And the screen door is busted

And the hours fall and wither away

Everything is frozen north of Wichita

Everything is frozen north of Wichita

On re-entering the atmosphere

I can feel myself beginning to burn.

Blood red sun . . . moon on the water

Everything is frozen north of Wichita

The rails bear a dangerous cargo there

Through the latter days of dreamtime

And the screen door is busted

And the hours fall and wither away

Everything is frozen north of Wichita

Everything is frozen north of Wichita.