To Live Is to Fly (Clark Guy)

Won't say I love you babe Won't say I need you babe But, I'm gonna get you babe And I will not do you wrong Livin's mostly wastin' time I waste my share of mine But it never feels too good So let's don't take too long You're soft as glass And I'm a gentle man We got the sky to talk about And the world to lie upon. 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 Nothin' is to much to bear Where you been is good and gone All you keep is the gettin' there To live is to fly Low and high So shake the dust off of your wings And the sleep out of your eyes It's goodbye to all my friends It's time to go again Think on 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 to much On things you leave behind I may be gone But it won't be long I will be a-bringin' back the melody And the rhythm that I find 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 But choice is yours to make And time is yours to take Some dive into the sea Some toil upon the stone To live is to fly Low and high So shake the dust off of your wings And the sleep out of your eyes So shake the dust off of your wings And the tears out of your eyes