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