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