And you're a gentle man
We've got the sky to talk about
And the world to lie upon

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
Nothing is too much to bear
Where you been is good and gone
All you keep's the getting there

To live is to fly 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 all the pickin' down the line
I'll miss the system here
The bottom's low and the treble's clear

But it don't pay to think too much
On the things you leave behind
I may be gone but I won't be long
I'll be bringing back the melody
And all the rhythms that I find

We all got holes to fill
And the holes are all that's real
Some fall on you like a storm
Sometimes you dig your own

But choice is yours to make
And time is yours to take
Some dive into the sea
Some toil upon the stone

To live is to fly low and high
So shake the dust off of your wings
And the sleep out of your eyes