But think of all the poetry
Sometimes you dig your own
And the tears out of your eyes
So shake the dust off of your wings
So let's don't take too long
I'm gonna get you babe
Like rain on a conga drum
Where you've been is good and gone
Won't say I need you, babe
Well I may be gone
Won't say I love you, babe
And nothin' is too much to bear
And time is yours to take
We all got holes to fill
Songwriter: Townes Van Zandt
And I'm a gentleman
I will be a bringin' back the melodies
Forget most, remember some
And the world to lie upon
And the sleep out of your eyes
All you keep's the getting there
Some toil upon the stone
Living's mostly wasting time
Some dive into the sea
It's goodbye to all my friends
And the pickin' down the line
But it never feels too good
Shake the dust off of your wings
And the sleep out of your eyes
We got the sky to talk about
On things you leave behind
But it won't be long
I'll waste my share of mine
And them holes are all that's real
Everything is not enough
Publisher: KATIE BELLE MUSIC
Days up and down they come
But it don't pay to think to much
Well you're soft as glass
The choice is yours to make
So shake the dust off of your wings
It's time to go again
Well to live is to fly, all low and high
Well to live is to fly, all low and high
And I will not do you wrong
The bottom's low and the treble's clear
Some fall on you like a storm
Don't turn none away
And rhythm that I find
Well I'll miss the system here