Wichita - Gary Jules

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

I’m standing in this truckstop in Coeur D' Alene

Yeah I come from sad stories

Yeah I come from lonely people too

Yeah I come from California

Where god is green and eyes are blue

Where god is green and eyes are blue

And the bird is flown already

Like the guns are drawn already

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

I’m standing here just waiting on my judgment day

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

And the screen door is busted

And the hours fall and wither away

Everything is frozen north of Wichita

I’m standing in this truckstop in Coeur D' Alene