Call Me
Won't say I love you bab
Won't say I need you bab
But I'm going to get you bab
and I will not do you wron
Living's mostly wasting tim
and I waste my share of min
but it never feels too goo
so let's not take too lon
You're as soft as glass and I'm a gentle ma
we got the sky to talk abou
and the world to lie upo
Days up and down they com
like rain on a conga dru
forget most, remember som
but don't turn none awa
Everything is not enoug
nothing is too much to bea
where you been is good and gon
all you keep's the getting ther
To live is to fly low and hig
so shake the dust off of your wing
and the sleep out of your eye
It's goodbye to all my friend
It's time to go agai
Think of all the poetr
and the pickin' down the lin
I'll miss the system her
the bottom's low and the treble's clea
but it don't pay to think too muc
on the things you leave behin
I may be gone but I won't be lon
I'll be bringing back the melod
and the rhythm that I fin
We all got holes to fil
and them holes are all that's rea
some fall on you like a stor
sometimes you dig your ow
But choice is yours to mak
time is yours to tak
some dive into the se
some toil upon the ston
To live is to fly low and hig
so shake the dust off of your wing
the sleep out of your eyes
