Amelia

I was driving across the burning desert
when I spotted six jet planes
Leaving six white vapor trails
across the bleak terrain
It was the hexagrams of the heavens,
the strings of my guitar
Amelia, it was just a false alarm
The drone of flying engines
is a song so wild and blue
It scrambles time and seasons
if it gets through to you
Then your life becomes a travelogue
of picture-postcard charms
Amelia, it was just a false alarm
And people tell you where they've gone,
and they'll tell you where to go
But til you get there yourself,
you'll never really know
Where some have found their paradise,
others just come to harm
Amelia, it was just a false alarm
I wish that he was here tonight,
it's so hard to obey
His sad request (his sad request) of me,
to kindly stay away
So this is how I hide the hurt,
As the road leads, cursed and charmed
I tell amelia Amelia, it was just a false alarm
The ghost of aviation,
she was swallowed by the sky,
Or by the sea. Like me,
She had a dream to fly,
Like Icarus ascending,
on beautiful foolish arms
Amelia, it was just a false alarm
I pulled into the Cactus Tree Motel,
to shower off the dust
And I slept on strange pillows
with my wanderlust
I dreamed of 747s
over geometric farms,
Dreams, Amelia (Amelia), dreams and false alarms
Dreams and false alarms (Amelia),
Dreams and false alarms