Thinking Amelia

Turning like a leaf in changing weather

Feathering down to the earth

Like a moonbeam come untethered.

Chalk it up to bad timing, bad signing

Maps are misleading, are to be mistrusted

Are no two paths alike

I think Amelia had it okay

She had a one in a million bad day

With her eyes in the clouds

The clouds in her eyes in a big, wide sky

Expecting to fly

Doesn't sound so bad to me.

Here on the ground in a big, busy town

Where there's more air above us

And the schoolboy alone greets

Every person he sees riding the public bus.

Pretends the driver is his fahter

Strange how a city

Can make blood seem like strangers

Strangers like family

I think Amelia had it okay

She had a one in a million bad day

With her eyes in the clouds

The clouds in her eyes in a big, wide sky

Expecting to fly

Doesn't sound so bad to me.