Текст песни Ty England - Collect From Wichita
Ty England - Collect From Wichita слова песни
It`s raining cats and dogsAt a dinner outside of WichitaOut of money out of breathI`m out here in the great MidwestIt ain`t like you`ll walk through that doorA thousand miles form BaltimoreBut if you did you`d see a manHe`s drowning in the Promised LandAnd all this time I`ve just been driftingAnd I ain`t got nothing leftI`ve been bent and I`ve been twistedInto this state of common senseMy back is up against the wallHopin` that you`ll take this callCollect from WichitaI left Dunston Road in a cloud of dustScreaming black and furiousWith slivers in my hand and feetFrom pieces of our shattered dreams