Besedila: Grace Potter & the Nocturnals. This Is Somewhere. Falling Or Flying.

We got lost again
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
?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

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