| 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 thru to you |
| Then your life becomes a travelogue |
| Of picture-post-card-charms |
| Amelia, it was just a false alarm |
| People will tell you where theyve gone |
| Theyll tell you where to go But till you get there yourself you never really know |
| Where some have found their paradise |
| Others just come to harm |
| Oh amelia, it was just a false alarm |
| I wish that he was here tonight |
| Its 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 Ive never really loved |
| I guess that is the truth |
| Ive 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 747s |
| Over geometric farms |
| Dreams, amelia, dreams and false alarms |