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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
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
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
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
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
Lindbergh left Long Island in 1927