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 Wagner, and we'll go down

Let's see if we skim

Maybe there's no time for grand exits and pause;

Twisting of propellers chopping 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 now."

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 favourite missing person still rears her head;

Not on a milk carton, just some bones on a beach

That just might be a tall white girl called Amelia

It's just like flying...