Wade Bowen, Guy Clark - To Live Is to Fly lyrics
[Wade Bowen, Guy Clark - To Live Is to Fly lyrics]
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 nothin' is too much to bear
Where you been is good and gone
All you keep is the getting there
Oh, to live is to fly both the low and high
So shake the dust off of your wings
And the sleep out of your eyes
We all got holes to fill
And 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
Time is yours to take some sail upon the sea
Some toil upon the stone
Oh, to live is to fly both low and high
So shake the dust off of your wings
And the sleep out of your eyes
Goodbye to all my friends
It's time to go 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 things you leave behind
Oh, to live is 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
Like rain on a conga drum
Forget most, remember some
But don't turn none away
Everything is not enough
And nothin' is too much to bear
Where you been is good and gone
All you keep is the getting there
Oh, to live is to fly both the low and high
So shake the dust off of your wings
And the sleep out of your eyes
We all got holes to fill
And 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
Time is yours to take some sail upon the sea
Some toil upon the stone
Oh, to live is to fly both low and high
So shake the dust off of your wings
And the sleep out of your eyes
Goodbye to all my friends
It's time to go 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 things you leave behind
Oh, to live is 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