[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
[Chorus: Guy Clark]
Oh, to live is to fly
Both low and high
So shake the dust off of your wings
And the sleep out of your eyes

[Verse 3: Wade Bowen & Guy Clark]
Goodbye to all my friends
It's time to go again
Think of all 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 things you leave behind

[Chorus: Wade Bowen and Guy Clark]
Oh, to live is to fly
Both low and high
So shake the dust off of your wings
And the sleep out of your eyes
Shake the dust off of your wings
And the tears out of your eyes