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?
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