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 hexagram of the heavens
 It was 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
 And then your life becomes a travelogue
 Of picture postcard charms
 Amelia, it was just a false alarm
 Now people will tell you where they've gone
 They'll tell you where to go
 But till you get there yourself you will never really know
 Where some have found their paradise
 Others just come to harm
 Oh Amelia, it was just a false alarm
 I wish that she was here tonight
 It's so hard to obey
 Her 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, it was just a false alarm
 A 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
 Now maybe I've never really loved
 I guess that is the truth
 I've spent my whole life in clouds at icy altitude
 And looking down on everything
 I crashed into her arms
 Amelia, it was just a false alarm
 I pulled into the Cactus Tree Motel
 To shower off the dust
 And I slept on the strange pillows of my wanderlust
 I dreamed of 747's
 Over geometric farms
 Dreams, Amelia, dreams and false alarms