Wade Bowen - 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 . .
[00:00.12]Wade Bowen - To Live Is To Fly [00:02.43]. [00:05.42]. [00:08.35]. [00:30.52]Days up and down they come [00:33.90]Like rain on a conga drum [00:37.27]Forget most, remember some [00:40.59]But don't turn none away [00:44.60]Everything is not enough, [00:48.01]And nothing is too much to bear [00:51.69]Where you've been is good and gone [00:54.32]All you keep is the getting there [00:57.39]. [00:57.82]Well, to live's to fly, both low and high [01:05.07]So shake the dust off of your wings [01:09.14]And the sleep out of your eyes [01:11.39]. [01:27.26]We all got holes to fill [01:30.38]Them holes are all that's real [01:33.39]Some fall on you like a storm [01:36.57]Sometimes you dig your own [01:41.20]The choice is yours to make [01:44.57]The time is yours to take [01:48.01]Some sail upon the sea [01:50.64]Some toil upon the stone [01:53.32]. [01:54.20]Well, to live's to fly, both low and high [02:01.63]Shake the dust off of your wings [02:04.87]And the sleep out of your eyes [02:08.19]. [02:39.41]Goodbye to all my friends [02:42.78]It's time to leave again [02:46.28]Think of all the poetry [02:48.97]And the pickin' down the line [02:53.35]I'll miss the system here [02:56.16]The bottom's low and the treble's clear [02:59.79]But it don't pay to think too much [03:03.16]On the things you leave behind [03:06.35]. [03:06.66]Well, to live's to fly, both low and high [03:13.78]So shake the dust off of your wings [03:17.22]And the sleep out of your eyes [03:21.16]Shake the dust off of your wings [03:24.41]And the tears out of your eyes [03:27.22]. [03:31.28].
