Rainy days

Definitely having another empty kind of day. Lots to do, no time to do it, and lots of thinking. But this about sums it up. Thanks, 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 too good,
so let's don't take too long.

You're soft as glass
and I'm a gentle man;
we've got the sky to talk about
and the earth to lie upon.

Days up and down they come,
like rain on a conga drum.
Forget most, remember some,
but don't turn none away.

Everything is not enough
and nothing is to much to bear.
Where you've 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 too much
on things you leave behind.

I will be gone
but it won't be long.
I will be bringin' back the melodies
and rhythms 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 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.