Days up and down they come, like rain on a conquer drum
Forget most of the memories saw, but dont turn them away.
Everything is not enough, and nothing is too much to bare
Where youve been its good and gone, all you keep is the getting there
Oh, to live is to fly, both low and high
Shake the dust off of your wings and the sleep out of your eyes.
We all got holes to fill, them holes are all thats 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
Shake the dust off of your wings and the sleep out of your eyes.
Goodbye to all, my friends, its time to go again
Think of all the poetry and the picking down the line
Ill miss the seas to bear, the bottle is low and the travel is clear
But it dont pay to think too much on the things you leave behind.
Oh, to live is to fly, both low and high
Shake the dust off of your wings and the sleep out of your eyes.
Shake the dust off of your wings and the sleep out of your eyes.