It was nineteen-ninety something in a place withe next to nothing good to do

I was trying to lose the accent, writing songs and washing dishes-paying dues

Out of every thrift store mattress in this town she somehow found her way to mine

Without going into details we discovered other ways to pass the time

She remains Amelia, Amelia

Flying through the night

She remains Amelia, Amelia

Holding on for life

Like the seven year cicadas she awoke inside a haze of humid nights

She was working out the details, running numbers and equations, bending time

Preparations were completed as the juniper was leading on the breeze

She remains Amelia, Amelia

Rising toward the moon

She remains Amelia, Amelia

Taking off in June

Taking off

‘Cos soon enough my feet hit the ground

I dummied up all my inventions

She was lost to the sky, but in the whole of my life she lives on

She remains Amelia, Amelia

Flying through the night

She remains Amelia, Amelia

Holding on for life

She remains Amelia, Amelia

Rising toward the moon

She remains Amelia, Amelia

Taking off in June