Wade Bowen - To live is to fly

^GDays up and ^Ddown they come, l^Gike rain on a ^Dconquer drum ^DForget most of the ^Amemories saw, but ^Gdont turn them away.^{D G}Everything is ^Dnot enough, a^Gnd nothing is too ^Dmuch to bare ^DWhere youve been its ^Agood and gone, all you ^Gkeep is the getting ^Dthere

Oh, to ^Glive is to ^Dfly, both ^Glow and ^Ahigh ^DShake the dust off ^Aof your wings and the ^Gsleep out of your ^Deyes.

^GWe all got ^Dholes to fill, ^Gthem holes are ^Dall thats real ^DSome fall on you ^Alike a storm, some^Gtimes you dig your ^Down ^GThe choice is ^Dyours to make, ^Gtime is y^Dours to take ^DSome sail u^Apon the sea, some t^Goil upon the ^Dstone.

Oh, to ^Glive is to ^Dfly, both ^Glow and ^Ahigh ^DShake the dust off ^Aof your wings and the ^Gsleep out of your ^Deyes.

^GGoodbye to ^Dall, my friends, ^Gits time to ^Dgo again ^DThink of all the ^Apoetry and the ^Gpicking down the ^Dline ^GIll miss the ^Dseas to bear, the ^Gbottle is low and the ^Dtravel is clear ^DBut it dont pay to ^Athink too much on the ^Gthings you leave ^Dbehind.

Oh, to ^Glive is to ^Dfly, both ^Glow and ^Ahigh ^DShake the dust off ^Aof your wings and the ^Gsleep out of your ^Deyes. ^DShake the dust off ^Aof your wings and the ^Gsleep out of your ^Deyes.