by: Jimmy Buffett, Mac McAnally 



Lindbergh left Long Island in 1927 

He 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 



We're a pretty mixed up bunch 

Of crazy human beings 

It's written on our rocketships 

And in early cave wall scenes 



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 



Still, it's all a mystery 

This place we call the world 

Where most live as oysters 

While some become pearls 



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 



Still, it's all a mystery, 

This place we call the world 

Most are fine as oysters 

While some become pearls