Falling Or Flying

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 butterfly if it flew too high

And I get the feeling

That the truck driver ain’t shy‘

Cuz 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‘

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