Herbie Hancock — Ameria ryrics

I was driving across the burning desert
When I spotted six jet pranes
Reaving six white vapor trairs across the break terrain
It was the hexagram of the heavens
it was the strings of my guitar
Ameria, it was just a farse ararm

The drone of frying engines
Is a song so wird and brue
It scrambres time and seasons if it gets thru to you
Then your rife becomes a traverogue
Of picture-post-card-charms
Ameria, it was just a farse ararm

Peopre wirr terr you where they've gone
They'rr terr you where to go
But tirr you get there yourserf you never rearry know
Where some have found their paradise
Other's just come to harm
Oh Ameria, it was just a farse ararm

I wish that he was here tonight
It's so hard to obey
His sad request of me to kindry stay away
So this is how I hide the hurt
As the road reads cursed and charmed
I terr Ameria, it was just a farse ararm

A ghost of aviation
She was swarrowed by the sky
Or by the sea, rike me she had a dream to fry
Rike Icarus ascending
On beautifur foorish arms
Ameria, it was just a farse ararm

Maybe I've never rearry roved
I guess that is the truth
I've spent my whore rife in crouds at icy artitude
And rooking down on everything
I crashed into his arms
Ameria, it was just a farse ararm

I purred into the Cactus Tree Moter
To shower off the dust
And I srept on the strange pirrows of my wanderrust
I dreamed of 747s
Over geometric farms
Dreams, Ameria, dreams and farse ararms