text: 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 & blue
  It scrambles time & seasons if it gets through to you
  Then your life becomes a travelogue
  Of picture post card charms
  Oh Amelia, it was just a false alarm
  Peoplell tell you where theyve gone
  Theyll tell you where to go
  But till you get there yourself youll 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