Whitaker - Wichita

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