We all got holes to fill  
And 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 dive into the sea  
Some toil upon the stone  
Well, to live's to fly awe low and high  
So shake the dust off of your wings  
And the sleep out of your eye  
Awe, shake the dust off of your wings  
And the tears out of your eye