I wasn't in the mood for wichita

My limbs turned red
Under the orange sun and
Even the leaves turned yellow.
But I wasn't in the mood for wichita.

The grass smiled green
At the perfect blue skies
Dreaming of navy nights,
But I wasn't in the mood for wichita.

Now my limbs lie stiff
With dense purple sky overhead
And I can't stand the chill
Of the damp purple night,

But I wasn't in the mood for wichita.
So I linger where I land
And wait in silence
For that orange sun to turn my limbs again.