[Verse 1]
Lindbergh left Long Island in 1927
Thumbed his nose at gravity and climbed into the heavens
When he returned to earth that night, everything had changed
For the pilot and the planet, everything was rearranged
Now, we're a pretty mixed up bunch of crazy human beings
It's written on our rocketships and in early cave wall scenes
[Bridge]
How does it happen?
How do we know?
Who sits and watches?
Who does the show?
Some people love to lead
Some refuse to dance
Some people play it safely
Others take a chance
[Chorus]
Still, it's all a mystery
This place we call the world
Where most live as oysters
While some become pearls
[Verse 2]
Now Elvis was the only man from North East Mississippi
Who could shake his hips and still be loved by
Rednecks, cops and hippies
It's something more than DNA
That tells us who we are
Its method and magic
We are of the stars
Some never fade away
Some crash and burn
Some make the world go round
Others watch it turn
[Chorus]
Still, it's all a mystery
This place we call the world
Most are fine as oysters
While some become pearls
And Lindbergh left Long Island in 1927
Lindbergh left Long Island in 1927
Thumbed his nose at gravity and climbed into the heavens
When he returned to earth that night, everything had changed
For the pilot and the planet, everything was rearranged
Now, we're a pretty mixed up bunch of crazy human beings
It's written on our rocketships and in early cave wall scenes
[Bridge]
How does it happen?
How do we know?
Who sits and watches?
Who does the show?
Some people love to lead
Some refuse to dance
Some people play it safely
Others take a chance
[Chorus]
Still, it's all a mystery
This place we call the world
Where most live as oysters
While some become pearls
[Verse 2]
Now Elvis was the only man from North East Mississippi
Who could shake his hips and still be loved by
Rednecks, cops and hippies
It's something more than DNA
That tells us who we are
Its method and magic
We are of the stars
Some never fade away
Some crash and burn
Some make the world go round
Others watch it turn
[Chorus]
Still, it's all a mystery
This place we call the world
Most are fine as oysters
While some become pearls
And Lindbergh left Long Island in 1927
( Jimmy Buffett )
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