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Well 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 nothings too much to bare

Where you been is 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

Sleep out of your eyes

We all got holes to fill

Them holes are all thats real

Some fall on you like a storm

Some times you dig your own

Choice is yours to make

Time is yours to take

Some sail upon the sea

Some toil upon the storm

Oh to live is to fly

Both low and high

Shake the dust off of your wings

The tears out of your eyes

Well goodbye to all my friends

It’s time for me to go again

Well think about the poetry

And the pickin down the line

I’ll miss the system here

The bottoms low and the trebles clear

But it don’t pay to think to much

You’ve got the things that you leave behind

Oh to live is to fly

Both low and high

Shake the dust off of your wings

Sleep out of your eyes

Shake the dust off of your wings

The tears out of your eyes