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 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.