Amelia

I'd say life's a different story when you're facing certain death I wonder did they kick back when they knew the game was up Static on the radio ain't no soundtrack for this end Stick on a bit of agner and we'll go down Let see if we skim Maybe there's no time, for grand exits and pause Twistin our propellers, dropping at the froth And as she turned to Fred she saw the fear in his eyes And whatever was between them, was heavy in the last word he said Amelia Or maybe they went on to grow oranges and pears On their own island, Amelia and Fred She'd dance for him in the evenings as the red sun fell He'd sit there smiling up at her thinking this is just swell Take me Some say she resurfaced as a Tokyo rose Talking on the radio, telling sweet lies But remember when the farmer asked have you flown far She just smiled back at him and said 'I've come, from America' Amelia Time has cast its shadow, the story lost its legs Our favorite missing person, still rears her head Not on the milk cartons, just some bones on a beach That just might be a tall white girl called Amelia Just might be a tall white girl called Amelia Oh Amelia It's just like flying It's just like flying It's just like flying It's just like flying --- Amelia - Bell X1