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 ?'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 pass So play every show like it's your last