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