We got lost again Drove to the end of the road And a red-faced man Taught us to do what we're told
And on the twenty-third night Things aint bad but things aint right
Are we falling or flying? Are we falling or flying? Are we living or dying? I guess we'll never know
The air's so heavy It could drown a butterfly if it flew too high And I get the feeling That the truck driver aint shy Cuz he's looking at me But nowhere near my eyes
And on the thirty-fifth morning Things aint good but things aint boring, no
Are we falling or flying? Are we falling or flying? Are we living or dying? I guess we'll never know Striking rock but hitting gold
Sometimes it's hard to tell If there's a life behind this song But I know tomorrow Today won't feel so long, no
Cuz 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? Cuz, my friend, this too shall pass So play every show like it's your last