Lyrics

Lindbergh left Long Island in 1927
Thumbed his nose at gravity
And climbed into the heavens
When he returned to earth that night everything changed
For the pilot and the planet, everything was rearranged

We’re a pretty mixed up bunch
Of crazy human beans
It’s written on our rocket ships
And in early cave wall scenes

How does it happen
How do we know
Who sits and watches
Who does the show?

Chorus
Some people love to lead
And some refuse to dance
Some play it safely, other’s take a chance
Still it’s all a mystery
This place we call the world
Where most live as oysters
While some become pearls

Elvis was the only man from Northeast 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
It’s method and it’s magic, we are of the stars

Chorus
Some never fade away, some crash and burn
Some make the world go round, other watch it turn
Still it’s all a mystery
This place we call the world
Most are fine as oysters
While some become pearls

Lindbergh left Long Island in 1927…