[Verse 1: Wade Bowen]
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 nothin' is too much to bear
Where you been is good and gone
All you keep is the getting there
[Chorus: Wade Bowen]
Oh, to live is to fly
Both the low and high
So shake the dust off of your wings
And the sleep out of your eyes
[Verse 2: Guy Clark]
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
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 nothin' is too much to bear
Where you been is good and gone
All you keep is the getting there
[Chorus: Wade Bowen]
Oh, to live is to fly
Both the low and high
So shake the dust off of your wings
And the sleep out of your eyes
[Verse 2: Guy Clark]
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
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