Kansas is a sea of wheat
between
you and me.

Wichita's a quiet plea
for sanity
inside a dream.

And every mother's son
is unshakeable,
is invincible,
but on his own.

And everywhere you look
is a reason
for not giving up,
a ticket home.

I recognized a lonely piece
of history,
half asleep

inside a car, an endless flight,
I-35,
under blue skies.

And every mother's son
is unshakeable,
is invincible,
but on his own.

And everywhere you look
is a reason
for not giving up,
a ticket home.

09/27/2004

Author's Note: I wrote this song on the long, long drive back up I-35 from Austin to Kansas City after visiting my family over Labor Day 2004. Click here to listen.

Posted on 09/27/2004
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