F           C
Days up and down they come
F              C
like rain on a conga drum
C            G
Forget most, remember some
F                   C
but don't turn none away
F             C
Everything is not enough
    F              C
and nothin' is too much to bear
C                    G
Where you've been is good and gone
        F                   C
all you keep is the gettin' there

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

[Verse 2]
F           C
Good-bye to all my friends
F            C
it's time to go again
C                G
Think of all the poetry
        F                C
and the pickin' down the line
F             C
I'll miss the system here
    F                    C
the bottom's low and the treble's clear
C                   G
But it don't pay to think too much
       F                C
on the things you leave behind

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

[Verse 3]
F          C
We all got holes to fill
F                  C
and them holes are all that's real
C                G
Some fall on you like a storm
    F                  C
sometimes you dig your own
F             C
The choice is yours to make
F       C
time is yours to take
C           G
Some sail upon the sea
     F             C
some toil upon the stone

[Chorus]
       F          C
Oh, to live is to fly
     F       G
Both low and high
   C                  G
So shake the dust off of your wings
        F                 C
And the sleep out of your eyes
C                  G
Shake the dust off of your wings
        F                 C
And the tears out of your eyes