To Live Is To Fly

In words lived by friends

Days, up and down they come
Like rain on a conga drum
Forget most, remember some
And 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 a-gettin' there

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

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 the 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

I'd like to thank you all again for comin'
And thank Edgar Meyer and Stuart Duncan