Falling or Flying (Live)

We got lost again, drove to the end of a 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 fallin' or flyin'?

Are we fallin' or flyin'?

Are we livin' or dyin'?

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 lookin' 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 fallin' or flyin'?

Are we fallin' or flyin'?

Are we livin' or dyin'?

I guess we'll never know

Strikin' rock or hittin' gold? Oh

Sometimes it's hard to tell if there's a life behind a 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 fallin' or flyin'?

Are we fallin' or flyin'?

Are we livin'? Are we dyin'?

'Cause, my friend, this too shall pass

So play every show like it's your last