Amelia

Amelia dances with the shadows across her floor She hangs a silhouette like art on her bedroom door Quietly she whispers a prayer to her ceiling fan Oh, Amelia dances all alone Until the world unfolds itself again Amelia paces through the halls and the empty rooms She drinks the morning in along with some apple juice Why do things get so complicated in the midst of spring? Oh, Amelia paces back and forth Until the world recovers from this place Oh but Amelia dreams of ice cream stands and people in the street And Amelia dreams of holding hands with sand beneath her feet And Amelia wonders why we were so easy to defeat Was it something we ate? Amelia picks the dirty laundry from off her floor She moves the welcome mat from under her bedroom door Quietly she washes the dishes, cleans the bathroom too Oh Amelia takes it day by day Until the world can tell us what to do Amelia Ooh, Amelia