To Live Is To Fly

BY

Townes Van Zandt

As performed by Guy Clark on the

Old Friends CD

Submitted by David Byboth (davidb@efficient.com

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

Just think about 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

We all got holes to fill & 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

FINAL 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...