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
Amelia, it was just a false alarm it was the strings of my guitar
Is a song so wild and blue
The drone of flying engines
It scrambles time and seasons if it gets thru to you
Of pictureThen your life becomes a travelogue
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
Other's just come to harm
Where some have found their paradise
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
I tell Amelia, it was just a false alarm
As the road leads cursed and charmed A ghost of aviation
She was swallowed by the sky
Like Icarus ascending
On beautiful foolish arms
Amelia, it was just a false alarm
Or by the sea, like me she had a dream to fly 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
I dreamed of 747s
Over geometric farms
And I slept on the strange pillows of my wanderlust
Dreams, Amelia, dreams and false alarms.
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