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 beings
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?
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
Some never fade away,
some crash and burn
Some make the world go round, other watch it turn
Most are fine as oysters
Lindbergh left Long Island in 19-2-7
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