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