Wichita - Whitaker

I remember January

In the summer of last year

Things were looking kinda scary

Down the bottom of a beer

But that was history, just a memory

And now I’m home

In the place I’ve been missing

All along

I remember in the winter

Every evening in the dark

Tired of never really sleeping

Years of loving leave a mark

But that was history, just a memory

And now I’m home

In the place I’ve been missing

All along

Wichita

If I’m gonna make it

Make it into next year

I’m gonna make it alone

I will be surrounded

By everything that has been

And all that won’t be any more

But that was history, just a memory

And now I’m home

In the place I’ve been missing

All along

Wichita