Kansas - Vienna Teng

Sun sets in an ocean of brown farmland haze

Power lines draped across roads you could drive on for days

Well it’s all too perfect

Time to look back at us now

Endless and empty like Kansas

Our cities of clouds

Flat on the table like Kansas

I lay down in sheets suddenly worn threadbare

Every wall I lean on transforms to sliding doors and thin air

Well I hope yours is kinder

Let go of this when you find her

Bury this hard

Down underneath your white canvas

Our houses of cards

Flat on the table like Kansas

It’s not regret

Just an unexpected accounting of debts

Only now called

No it’s not regret

Just remembrance is all

Of how close we had come

The war almost won

But I sent up our flag and moved on

You and I

Lost to the winter like Kansas

And all my goodbyes

Flat on the table like Kansas