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 nothing is too much to bear
Where you've been is good and gone
All you keep's the getting there
Well, to live is to fly
All low and high,
So shake the dust off of your wings
And the sleep out of your eyes.
It's goodbye to all my friends
It's time to go, again
Think of all the poetry
And the pickin' down the line
Well, I'll miss the system here
The bottom's low and the treble's clear
But it don't pay to think too much
Of things you leave behind
Well, I may be gone
But it won't be long
I'll be a-bringin' back the melody
And rhythm that I find
- Townes Van Zandt, To Live Is To Fly
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