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