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' there 

Refr?o -------------
   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
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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 
 
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...