Falling or Flying

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