Amelia


The sun is wrong

This compass is broken

There's miles and miles of blue sky

No way back

No place ahead


Maybe I'll just set down in a cloud

The air feels dizzy

The Itasca is calling louder

Just a few more miles

Another gallon or so


If we ever get out of this

If we ever get home

If they never find us

Well never seems a little too long


Happy landings to you


Maybe I'll just fly up to the moon

You know I'd make that trip

If I could


If we ever get out of this

If we ever get home

If they never find us

Well never seems a little too long


Happy landings to you



If we ever get out of this

If we ever get home