Amelia David Crosby

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
And then your life becomes a travelogue
Of picture postcard charms
Amelia, it was just a false alarm

Now people will tell you where they've gone
They'll tell you where to go
But till you get there yourself you will 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 she was here tonight
It's so hard to obey
Her 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