Amelia

Harbor 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 aren't meant to fly
 Amelia open up that throttle, get above those treesthe 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 dome of northern stars
 did you laugh a little as you did what they said that you could not
 all while watched by 100 million eyes
 at 9 A.M. on New York time was luck the one you thanked
 or was it trust in 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
 14 hours and 56 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 chill
 and a little faith can go a long long way