Wichita

This could be Kansas
In the middle of August
With the sunflowers and the heat
And the yard sale signs
And the bathtub Jesus
I am looking for redemption on these dusty streets

We could go this way; we could go that way
It makes no difference now
Keep holding on as long as you can
With your head in the stars and your hands on the plough

My thoughts return
To that night in Wichita
We had the Nashville Skyline blues
The sun came up
And we headed home
With matching bird tattoos

We could go this way; we could go that way
It makes no difference now
Keep holding on as long as you can
With your head in the stars and your hands on the plough

We were all broken dreamers singing from town to town
‘Til it was time to settle down
It was time to settle down

This could be heaven
Even without you
Though it’s hard to admit sometimes
I see morning glories
Climbing chain link fences
Always reaching for the sky

We could go this way; we could go that way
It makes no difference now
Keep holding on as long as you can
With your head in the stars and your hands on the plough