Oysters & Pearls
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 & 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 & 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 & hippies
It's something more than dna
That tells us who we are
Its method & magic
We are of the stars
Some never fade away
Some crash & 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
