A Lot Like Magic

Well, I met a man and he gave me advice
I didn't want it at first, then I said all right
He said, "You live each day like the very last one"
So I took that line, and I wrote this song

He said, "It's all in the air, it's a lot like magic
We make do with the best that we have
You sit still or you roam and
Something's bound to happen"
I just shook his hand
Forgot about my plan

So I rode my bike up to Sycamore Hill
I thought hard, I thought long
On the right way to live
I had a lot of fun with a long-legged girl
And we threw our arms
Around this humdrum world

It's all in the air, it's a lot like magic
We make do with the best that we have
You sit still or you roam and
Something's bound to happen
Forget about those plans
The future's here at last

Well, the days turn to months
And the months into years
My children have grown
And I'm still standing here
I still live each day like the very last one
I rise with the birds, and I set with the sun

It's all in the air, it's a lot like magic
We make do with the best that we have
You sit still or you roam and
Something's bound to happen
Forget about those plans