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