Amelia (Live)

I was driving across the burning desert
When I spotted six jet planes
Leaving six white, vapour trails across the blue to the end
It was a hexagram of the heavens
Was the strings of your guitar
Oh, no
It was a false alarm

A drone of flying engines
Is a song so wild and blue
Scrambles time and seasons
As it gets through to you
Then your life becomes a travelogue
It's your postcard charms
Oh, me
It was just a false alarm

People will tell you where they've gone
They won't tell you where to go
Until you get there yourself
You never really know
Well, some have found their paradise
Others just come to harm
To bore a million
It's just a false alarm

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 a million
Who's just a false alarm

And those of aviation, she's swallowed by the sky
Like the sea, like me, she had a dream to fly
Like Icarus descending on beautiful foolish charms
Dreams, Amelia
Dreams and false alarms

Maybe I've never really loved
I guess that is the truth
I've spent my whole life in clouds
And icy altitudes
And looking down on everything
Crushed into his arms
Oh, man
This is the false alarm

I'm holding to the cactus tree motel
To shower off the dust
And I slept on the strange pillows of my wanderlust
I dreamed of 747s
Over geometric farms
Dreams and life
Dreams and false alarms