Won't say I love you, babe,
Won't say I need you, babe,
But I'm gonna get you babe
And I will not do you wrong.
Living's mostly wasting time
And I'll waste my share of mine
But it never feels to good,
So let's don't take to long.
You're soft as glass
And I'm a gentle man;
We got the sky to talk about
And the earth to lie upon.
Days, up and down they come
Like rain on a congadrum
Forget most, remember some
But don't turn none away.
Everything is not enough
And nothin' is to much to bear.
Where you been is good and gone
All you keep is 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.
Goodbye to all my friends
It's time to go again
Think of all the poetry
And 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 to much
On things you leave behind.
I will be gone
But it won't be long
I will be a'bringin' back the melodies
And rhythm that I find.
We all got holes to fill
Them holes are all that's real.
Some fall on you like a storm,
Sometimes you dig your own.
The choice is yours to make,
Time is yours to take;
Some sail upon/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;
Shake the dust off of your wings
And the tears out of your eyes.
By townes van zandt Won't say I love you, babe, Won't say I need you, babe, But I'm gonna get you babe And I will not do you wrong. Living's mostly wasting time And I'll waste my share of mine But it never feels to good, So let's don't take to long. You're soft as glass And I'm a gentle man; We got the sky to talk about And the earth to lie upon. Days, up and down they come Like rain on a congadrum Forget most, remember some But don't turn none away. Everything is not enough And nothin' is to much to bear. Where you been is good and gone All you keep is 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. Goodbye to all my friends It's time to go again Think of all the poetry And 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 to much On things you leave behind. I will be gone But it won't be long I will be a'bringin' back the melodies And rhythm that I find. We all got holes to fill Them holes are all that's real. Some fall on you like a storm, Sometimes you dig your own. The choice is yours to make, Time is yours to take; Some sail upon/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; Shake the dust off of your wings And the tears out of your eyes. Explain Request ×
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