To Live Is To Fly

Days up and down they come

Like rain on a conga drum

Forget most, remember some

But don't turn none away

Everything is not enough,

And nothing is too much to bear

Where you've been is good and gone

All you keep is the getting there



Well, to live's to fly, both low and high

So shake the dust off of your wings

And the sleep out of your eyes



We all got holes to fill

Them holes are all that's real

Some fall on you like a storm

Sometimes you dig your own

The choice is yours to make

The time is yours to take

Some sail upon the sea

Some toil upon the stone



Well, to live's to fly, both low and high

Shake the dust off of your wings

And the sleep out of your eyes



Goodbye to all my friends

It's time to leave again

Think of all the poetry

And the pickin' down the line

I'll miss the system here

The bottom's low and the treble's clear

But it don't pay to think too much

On the things you leave behind



Well, to live's to fly, both low and high

So shake the dust off of your wings

And the sleep out of your eyes

Shake the dust off of your wings

And the tears out of your eyes