Ty England - Collect from Wichita lyrics

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