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

Oh Amelia

It was just a false alarm

People will tell you where they've gone

They'll tell you where to go

But 'till you get there

Yourself

You never really know

Where some have found their paradise

Other's just come to harm

Oh 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

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 I've never really loved

I guess that is the truth

I've 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 7 4 7's

Over geometric farms

Dreams

Amelia

Dreams and false alarms