Counting Crows : "Round here"

 

 Step out the front door like a ghost
Into the fog where no one notices
The contrast of white on white.
And in between the moon and you
The angels get a better view
Of the crumbling difference
between wrong and right.

I walk in the air between the rain
Through myself and back again
Where? I don't know
Maria says she's dying
Through the door I hear her crying
Why? I don't know
Round here we always
stand up straight
Round here something radiates

Maria came from Nashville
with a suitcase in her hand
She said she'd like to meet a boy
who looks like Elvis
She walks along the edge of where
the ocean meets the land
Just like she's walking on
a wire in the circus
She parks her car outside of my house
Takes her clothes off

Says she's close to
understanding Jesus
She knows she's just
a little misunderstood
She has trouble acting normal
when she's nervous
Round here we're carving
out our names
Round here we all look the same
Round here we talk just like lions
But we sacrifice like lambs
Round here she's slipping
through my hands
Sleeping children better run
like the wind
Out of the lightning dream

Mama's little baby better get herself in
Out of the lightning
She says It's only in my head
She says Shhh I know
it's only in my head
But the girl in car in the parking lot
Says "Man you should try
to take a shot
Can't you see
my walls are crumbling?"
Then she looks up at the building
And says she's thinking of jumping
She says she's tired of life
She must be tired of something
Round here she's always on my mind
Round here hey man got lots of time
Round here we're never sent
to bed early
And nobody makes us wait
Round here we stay up very, very, very, very late