Psychic Radio

Sometimes my iTunes is better than a Hallmark card; it plays the exact right song at the exact right moment.

This morning, it was Guy Clark singing a version of Townes Van Zandt’s To Live is to Fly. I’d downloaded Clark’s entire Old Friends album and hadn’t yet heard this song.

It came on in Prunedale and I listened all the way to Gilroy.

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
But choice is yours to make
And time is yours to take
Some 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
So shake the dust off of your wings
And the tears out of your eye

About Laura Alford, PhD

I'm a recent graduate of LSU (PhD in Accounting). In addition to academic research, I also write fiction on Tuesday nights with the Asilomar Writers.
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