Texty: Steve Earle. Townes. To Live Is To Fly.

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

Living's mostly wasting time
And I'll waste my share of mine
But it never feels to good
So let's don't take to long

You're soft as glass
I'm a gentle man
We got the sky to talk about
And the earth 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
And nothin' is too much to bear
Where you been is good and gone
All you keep's getting there

Where to live is to fly low and high
So shake the dust off of your wings
And the sleep out of your eyes

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 left behind

I will be gone but it won't be long
Bringin' back the melodies
And the rhythm that I find

I 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

Where to live is to fly 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 sleep out of your eyes