F C F C Days up and down they come like Rain on a conga drum C G F C Forget most, remember some but donʼt turn none away F C F C Everything is not enough & nothinʼ is too much to bear C G F C Where youʼve been is good and gone all you keep is the gettinʼ there Chorus: F C F G To Live Is To Fly Both low and high C G So shake the dust off of your broken wings F C And the sleep out of you eyes Good-by to all my friends itʼs time to go again Just think about the poetry and the pickinʼ down the line Iʼll miss the system here the bottomʼs low and the trebleʼs clear But it donʼt pay to think too much on the things you leave behind Chorus. We all got holes to fill & them holes are all thatʼs 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 Chorus: 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 Shake the dust off of your wings And the tears out of your eyes...
