Amelia

I was driving across the burning desert
When I spotted six jet planes
Leaving six white vapor trails across the bleak terrain
Like the hexagram of the heavens
Like 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
Full of picture post card charms
Amelia, it was just a false alarm

People will tell you where they've gone
They'll tell you where to go
But 'til you get there yourself, you never really know
And 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 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

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

Maybe I've never really loved
I guess that is the truth
I've spent my whole life in clouds at icy altitudes
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 strange pillows of my wanderlust
I dreamed of 747s, over geometric farms
Dreams, Amelia, dreams and false alarms