Lyrics:
on the shoulder.
To drive away despair
She says a wartime prayer
through the whine
And the Wichita Lineman is still on the line
I know I need a small vacation but it don't look like rain
And if it snows that stretch
and don't forget that time
is still ticking
run through halls
pass doors
like lines
white lines on the freeway
stop like a roullette ball
reach fr
through the whine
And the Wichita lineman is still on the line
I know I need a small vacation
But it don't look like rain
And if it snows, that
Let's try a test
Through space and through time
I'll whisper your name
It'll bounce down the line
Slowly explode into showers of shine
To love
through the whine
And the Wichita lineman is still on the line
I know I need a small vacation
But it don't look like rain
And if it snows, that
country where I could not go wrong
I came to a high place of darkness and light
Dividing line ran through the center of town
I hitched up my pony
to me, feeling me
Singing from heartache, from the pain
Taking my message from the veins
Speaking my lesson from the brain
Seeing the beauty through
Line of limousines leaving one by one
The prayers been prayed the hands been sung
Black mascara has already run
But the tears keep flowing
You
through the whine
And the Wichita lineman is still on the line
I know I need a small vacation but it don't look like rain
And if it snows that that
country where I could not go wrong
I came to a high place of darkness and light
Dividing line ran through the center of town
I hitched up my pony
six-shooter, ridin' my pony on a cattle drive
Stealin' the young girls' hearts
Just like Gene and Roy
Singin' those campfire songs
Whoa, I should've been
I walked through the door with you, the air was cold
But somethin' 'bout it felt like home somehow
And I left my scarf there at your sister's house
you through the whine.
And the Wichita Lineman,
Is still on the line.
I know I need a small vacation.
But it don't look like rain.
And if it
I walked through the door with you, the air was cold
But something 'bout it felt like home somehow
And I left my scarf there at your sister's house
thru the whine
And the Wichita Lineman
Is still on the line
I know I need a small vacation
But it don't look like rain
And if it snows that
us
The line between pleasure and pain has slowly vanished
As we sink deeper and deeper into a void of your venomous love
Yeah
Yeah, we're gonna
breakfast
Never mentioned it, I swear
A single mom's solution
Through guilt our love is proven
He'll eat up absolution
That's my simple prayer
A modern
thru the whine
And the Wichita Lineman
Is still on the line
I know I need a small vacation
But it don't look like rain
And if it snows that
gods play
By Dun Ringill
We'll wait in stone circles
'Till the force comes through
Lines joint in faint discord
And the storm watch brews
us
The line between pleasure and pain has slowly vanished
As we sink deeper and deeper into a void of your venomous love
Yeah
Yeah, we're gonna
you through the whine
And the Wichita lineman is still on the line
I know I need a small vacation
But it don't look like rain
And if it snows
truck around right at the Georgia line
And I count the days and the miles back home to you
On that Highway 20 ride
So when you drive and the years
In the of heart the country
There's a killer without a gun
We're afraid to be
No longer free
Just for loving one
So I I got to say say a prayer for
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