Oysters and Pearls - Jimmy Buffett

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