Days, up and down they come
Like rain on a congadrum
Forget most, remember some
But don’t turn none away.
Everything is not enough
And nothin’ is to much to bear.
Where you been is good and gone
All you keep is the getting there.
To live is to fly
Low and high,
So shake the dust off of your wings
And the sleep out of your eyes.
…
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 upondive 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
Days, up and down they come Like rain on a congadrum Forget most, remember some But don’t turn none away. Everything is not enough And nothin’ is to much to bear. Where you been is good and gone All you keep is the getting there.
To live is to fly Low and high, So shake the dust off of your wings And the sleep out of your eyes.
…
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 upondive 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
Townes Van Zandt