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
Expecting to fly
Doesn't sound so bad to me, 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 father
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
Expecting to fly
Doesn't sound so bad to me, so bad to me
So bad to me, so bad to me