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