I'd say life's a different story when you're facing certain death   I wonder did they kick back when they knew the game was up   static on the radio ain't no soundtrack for this end   stick on a bit of agner and we'll go down   let see if we skim      maybe there's no time, for grand exits and pause   twistin our propellers, dropping at the froth    and as she turned to Fred she saw the fear in his eyes   and whatever was between them, was heavy in the last word he said      Amelia      or maybe they went on to grow oranges and pears   on their own island, Amelia and Fred   she'd dance for him in the evenings as the red sun fell   he'd sit there smiling up at her thinking this is just swell   take me      some say she resurfaced as a Tokyo rose   talking on the radio, telling sweet lies   but remember when the farmer asked have you flown far   she just smiled back at him and said    'I've come, from America'      Amelia      time has cast its shadow, the story lost its legs   our favorite missing person, still rears her head   not on the milk cartons, just some bones on a beach   that just might be a tall white girl called Amelia      just might be a tall white girl called Amelia      oh Amelia      it's just like flying X4