To Live is To Fly - Ryan Bingham
This is Ryans version of Townes Van Zandt
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