| Song | Falling Or Flying |
| Artist | Grace Potter and the Nocturnals |
| Album | Grey's Anatomy, Vol. 3 (O.S.T) |
| 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 |
| We got lost again | |
| Drove to the end of the road | |
| And a redfaced man | |
| Taught us to do what we' re told | |
| And on the twentythird 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 thirtyfifth 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 fortysecond 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 |