To Live is To Fly - Ryan Bingham This is Ryans version of Townes Van Zandt Well 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 nothings too much to bare Where you been is good and gone All you keep is the getting there Oh to live is to fly Both low and high Shake the dust off of your wings Sleep out of your eyes We all got holes to fill Them holes are all thats real Some fall on you like a storm Some times you dig your own Choice is yours to make Time is yours to take Some sail upon the sea Some toil upon the storm Oh to live is to fly Both low and high Shake the dust off of your wings The tears out of your eyes Well goodbye to all my friends It’s time for me to go again Well think about the poetry And the pickin down the line I’ll miss the system here The bottoms low and the trebles clear But it don’t pay to think to much You’ve got the things that you leave behind Oh to live is to fly Both low and high Shake the dust off of your wings Sleep out of your eyes Shake the dust off of your wings The tears out of your eyes