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 don't turn none away F C F C Everything is not enough & nothin' is too much to bear C G F C Where you've been is good and gone all you keep is the gettin' thereGood-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 CHORUS 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...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