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
 Then your life becomes a travelogue of picture-post-card-charms
 Oh Amelia, it was just a false alarm
 People will tell you where they've gone they'll tell you where to go
 But till you get there yourself you never really know
 Where some have found their paradise other's just come to harm
 Oh Amelia, it was just a false alarm
 I wish that he was here tonight it's so hard to obey
 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, 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
 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 his 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