Across the bleak terrain
To shower off the dust
Leaving six white vapor trails
Amelia, it was just a false alarm
Or by the sea
The ghost of aviation
People will tell you where they've gone
She was swallowed by the sky
And I slept on the strange pillows of my wanderlust
Like the strings of my guitar
I guess that is the truth
I've spent my whole life in clouds at icy altitudes
The drone of flying engines
It's so hard to obey
Like Icarus ascending
And looking down on everything
So this is how I hide the hurt
You never really know
Maybe I've never really loved
Then your life becomes a travelogue
Is a song so wild and blue
Where some have found their paradise
Like the hexagram of the heavens
I dreamed of seven forty sevens
Over geometric farms
I crashed into his arms
I wish that he was here tonight
His sad request of me to kindly stay away
Amelia, it was just a false alarm
Amelia, it was just a false alarm
I pulled into the cactus tree motel
Amelia, it was just a false alarm
Like me she had a dream to fly
For the picture post card charms
If it gets through to you
As the road leads cursed and charmed
But till you get there yourself
I tell Amelia, it was just a false alarm
On beautiful foolish arms
It scrambles time and seasons
Others just come to harm
Amelia, it was just a false alarm
They'll tell you where to go
