We got lost again Drove to the end of the road Met a red faced man taught us to do what we're told and on the twenty-third night Things aint bad but things ain't right
Are we falling or flying? Are we falling or flying? Are we living or dying? I guess we'll never know
The airs so heavy It could drown a butterfly If it flew to high and I get the feeling That the truck driver ain't shy Because he's lookin' at me but no where near my eye and on the thirty-fifth morning Things ain't good but things ain't boring
Are we falling or flying? Are we falling or flying? Are we living or dying?
I guess we'll never know Striking rock or hitting gold
Sometimes it's hard to tell if there's a life behind a song? But I know tommorow Today won't feel so alone Because on the forty-second night The room was dark but the stage was bright
Are we falling or flying? Are we falling or flying? Are we living, are we dying?