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 through 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 747's over geometric farms

Dreams, Amelia, dreams and false alarms