Are we falling or flying?

This song just really fits my mood and my place in life right now ... basically, I'm kind of obsessed with it, so I thought I would share with you.

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 23rd 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

Cause he's looking at me but nowhere near my eyes.

And on the 35th morning

Things ain't good, but things ain't boring.

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.

Cause on the 42nd 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?

Cause my friend, this too shall pass

So play every show like it's your last.

~Grace Potter and The Nocturnals