Collect From Wichita — текст песни (Ty England)

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