Take the soap out of the wrapper
And shower off the dust
And sleep on the strange pillows
Of your wanderlust
Dream of 747s
Over geometric farms
Amelia, it was just a false alarm
The drone of a Rolls Royce engine
Is a song so wild and blue
It scrambles time and seasons
If it gets through to you
Then your life becomes a travelogue
Reeling from arms to arms
Amelia, it was just a false alarm
People tell you where they've gone
They'll tell you where to go
But 'til you get there yourself
You never really know
Where some have come to paradise
Others just come to harm
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 winds 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 his beautiful foolish arms
Amelia, it was just a false alarm
I was driving across a desert
When I spotted six jet planes
Leaving six white vapor trails
Above the bleak terrain
Like the hexagram of the heavens
Like the strings of my guitar
Amelia, it was just a false alarm
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