Amelia Songtext
von Ben Bedford

Harbour Grace, Newfoundland, the ground was wet and soft
Were you a tad bit nervous? Did you have your fingers crossed?
Hoping for a miracle of science or of God
To put your little airplane in the sky

"The air′s a place for men", they said, "those acrobats of war
And after all, lucky Lindy did it all before
Go back to your mama, go home and be a wife
'Cause we all know that girls ain′t meant to fly"

Amelia, open up that throttle, get above those trees
The icebergs looming sharp and white
With a big combustion engine and a fool's head full of dreams
You'll cut across the blue Atlantic sky

What′s it like to sit alone in solitary dark
With your friend, the rumbling engine and a dome of northern stars?
Did you laugh a little as you did what they said that you could not?
All while watched by a hundred million eyes


At 9 AM on New York time, was luck the one you thanked?
Or was it trust and progress as the night behind you sank?
Hours up on Lindy′s time, you caught the eastern glow
And the coast of Ireland came into sight

Amelia, open up that throttle, get above those trees
The icebergs looming sharp and white
With a big combustion engine and a fool's head full of dreams
You′ll cut across the blue Atlantic sky

Fourteen hours and fifty-six minutes in the clouds
From the time that you pushed off to the second you touched down
A thermos of tomato soup to warm against the chills
And a little faith can go a long, long way

Amelia, open up that throttle, get above those trees
The icebergs looming sharp and white
With a big combustion engine and a fool's head full of dreams
You′ll cut across the blue Atlantic sky
With a big combustion engine and a fool's head full of dreams
You′ll cut across the blue Atlantic sky