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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
â€~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

â€~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?
â€~Cuz, my friend, this too shall pass
So play every show like it's your last

Drove to the end of the road
And a red-faced man