To Live Is To Fly

Won’t say I love you, babe,

Won’t say I need you, babe,

But I’m gonna get you babe

And I will not do you wrong.

Living’s mostly wasting time

And I’ll waste my share of mine

But it never feels to good,

So let’s don’t take to long.

You’re soft as glass

And I’m a gentle man;

We got the sky to talk about

And the earth to lie upon.

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 to much to bear.

Where you been is good and gone

All you keep is the getting there.

To live is to fly

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 to much

On things you leave behind.

I will be gone

But it won’t be long

I will be a’bringin’ back the melodies

And rhythm that I find.

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,

Time is yours to take;

Some sail upon/dive into the sea,

Some toil upon the stone.

To live is to fly

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.