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? 'Cause my friend this too shall pass So play every show like its your last