The snow falls on Wichita
it’s been that way for years
And they say for at least a month
the roads ain’t been clear

And I sit three hundred miles away

White flakes fall all through the night
and in the morning it’s gray
Flaming fires in twilight
can’t keep the chill at bay

And I sit three hundred miles away

Three hundred miles
don’t seem like much
but it’s just enough
For the southern breeze
to start to blow
And I’m feeling
a bit of warmth in my heart
And it’s more
than just an ember’s glow
And I just want you to know
I won’t be coming home
I want you to know
I won’t be coming home

The snow falls on Wichita
The snow falls on Wichita
The snow falls on Wichita
It’s been that way for years