Tom McRae
Tom McRae
Tom McRae
Tom McRae
Tom McRae
Tom McRae
Tom McRae
Tom McRae
Tom McRae
Tom McRae
Tom McRae
Hey there, Amelia Earhart
Queen of all the skies
When you gonna fly that plane of yours
Back through time?
With the timing of a comet
You'll be back around
We'll make bright light of it
Like you never left the ground
And I'll be waiting
With my eyes on the clouds
And I'll be waiting
For you to come down
I gave you a silver angel
From this place in Amsterdam
And the days they fly so quickly
I can't hold them in my head
And I'll be waiting
With my eyes on the clouds
And I'll be waiting
For you to come down
For you to come down
For you to come down
For you to come down
Amelia, now I'm still waiting
With my eyes on the clouds
And I'm still waiting
For you to come down
Why don't you come down?