Wade Bowen - To live is to fly

^FDays up and ^Cdown they come, l^Fike rain on a ^Cconquer drum ^CForget most of the ^Gmemories saw, but ^Fdont turn them away.^{C F}Everything is ^Cnot enough, a^Fnd nothing is too ^Cmuch to bare ^CWhere youve been its ^Ggood and gone, all you ^Fkeep is the getting ^Cthere

Oh, to ^Flive is to ^Cfly, both ^Flow and ^Ghigh ^CShake the dust off ^Gof your wings and the ^Fsleep out of your ^Ceyes.

^FWe all got ^Choles to fill, ^Fthem holes are ^Call thats real ^CSome fall on you ^Glike a storm, some^Ftimes you dig your ^Cown ^FThe choice is ^Cyours to make, ^Ftime is y^Cours to take ^CSome sail u^Gpon the sea, some t^Foil upon the ^Cstone.

Oh, to ^Flive is to ^Cfly, both ^Flow and ^Ghigh ^CShake the dust off ^Gof your wings and the ^Fsleep out of your ^Ceyes.

^FGoodbye to ^Call, my friends, ^Fits time to ^Cgo again ^CThink of all the ^Gpoetry and the ^Fpicking down the ^Cline ^FIll miss the ^Cseas to bear, the ^Fbottle is low and the ^Ctravel is clear ^CBut it dont pay to ^Gthink too much on the ^Fthings you leave ^Cbehind.

Oh, to ^Flive is to ^Cfly, both ^Flow and ^Ghigh ^CShake the dust off ^Gof your wings and the ^Fsleep out of your ^Ceyes. ^CShake the dust off ^Gof your wings and the ^Fsleep out of your ^Ceyes.