We got lost again Drove to the end of the road Met a red faced man taught us to do what we're told and on the twenty-third night Things aint 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 airs so heavy It could drown a butterfly If it flew to high and I get the feeling That the truck driver ain't shy Because he's lookin' at me but no where near my eye and on the thirty-fifth 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 or hitting gold
Sometimes it's hard to tell if there's a life behind a song? But I know tommorow Today won't feel so alone Because 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?
One pill makes you larger And one pill makes you small And ones that mother gives you, don't do anything at all Go ask Alice When she's ten feet tall And if you go chasing rabbits And you know, you're going to fall Tell them a hookah smoking caterpillar Has given you the call Poor Alice And she was just small
When the men on the chessboard Get up and tell you where to go And you just had some kind of mushroom And your mind is moving slow Go ask Alice, I think she'll know
When logic and proportion have fallen sloppy dead And the white knight is talking backwards And the red queen is off with her head Remember what the dormouse said "Feed your head" "Feed your head"
