To Live is to Fly

To Live is to Fly
By Townes Van Zandt


VERSE 1
[F] Days, up and [C] down they come, [F] like rain on a [C] conga drum—[C] forget most, re[G]member some, but [F] don't turn none away. [C]


[F] Everything is [C] not enough, [F] and nothin' is too [C] much to bear—[C] where you been is [G] good and gone, all you [F] keep is the getting there. [C]


VERSE 2
[F] We all got [C] holes to fill, [F] them holes are [C] all that's real; [C] some fall on you [G] like a storm, some[F]times you dig your own. [C]


[F] The choice is [C] yours to make, [F] time is [C] yours to take; [C] some sail up[G]on the sea, some [F] toil upon the stone. [C]


VERSE 3
[F] Goodbye to [C] all my friends, [F] it's time to [C] go again; [C] think of all the [G] melodies and the [F] rhythms down the [C] line.


[F] I'll miss the [C] system here, [F] the bottom's low and the [C] treble's clear—but [C] it don't pay to [G] think to much on [F] things you leave behind. [C]


CHORUS
Oh to [F] live is to [C] fly, both the [F] low and [G] high, [C] shake the dust off [G] of your wings and the [F] sleep out of your [C] eyes. [C]


CODA
[G] [C] So shake the dust off [G] of your wings and the [F] tears out of your [C] eyes. [C]


[F] I will be [C] gone, [F] but it won't be [C] long, I’ll be a [C] bringin' back the [G] melodies and [F] the rhythm I [C] find.