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 & nothin' is too much to bear
Where you've been is good and gone all you keep is the gettin' there
To Live Is To Fly Both low and high
So shake the dust off of your broken wings
And the sleep out of you eyes
Good-by to all my friends it's time to go again