We got lost againnDrove to the end of the roadnAnd a red-faced mannTaught us to do what we're toldnnAnd on the 23rd nightnThings aint bad but things aint rightnnAre we falling or flyingnAre we falling or flyingnAre we living or dyingnI guess we'll never knownnThe air's so heavynIt could drown a butterflynIf it flew too highnAnd I get the feelingnThat the truck driver aint shynCuz he's lookin at me but nowhere near my eyesnnAnd on the 35th morningnThings aint good but things aint boring, nonnAre we falling or flyingnAre we falling or flyingnAre we living or dyingnI guess we'll never knownnStriking rock but hitting goldnnINSTRUMENTAL BREAKnnSometimes it's hard to tellnIf there's a life behind this song (?)nBut I know tomorrownToday won't feel so alone, nonnCuz on the 42nd nightnThe room was dark but the stage was brightnnAre we falling or flyingnAre we falling or flyingnAre we living nAre we dyingnCuz my friend, this too will passnSo play every show nLike it's your last