Lyrics:

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