Wake up lost again
Drove to the end of the road
And a red faced man
Taught us to do what were told
And on the 23rd night
Things ain’t bad
But things aint right
Are we falling or flying
Are we falling or flying
Are we living or dying
I guess we’ll never know
Air so heavy
It could drown a butterfly
If it flew too high
And I get the feeling
That the truck driver aint shy
Cuz he looking at me but no where near my eyes
On the 35th morning
Things aint good
But things aint boring
Striking rock or hitting gold
Sometimes its hard to tell If theres a life behind a song
But I know tomorrow
Today won’t feel so long
Alone
Cuz on the 42nd night
The room was dark
But the stage was bright
Cuz my friend this too shall pass
So play every show like its your last
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