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 ain't 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 air's so heavy
It could drown a bu*terfly if it flew too high
And I get the feeling
That the truck driver ain't shy
?'cause he's looking at me
But nowhere near my eyes And on the thirty-fifth morning
Things ain't good but things ain't 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 ?'cause 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 pa**
So play every show like it's your last