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
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 and
Takes all her clothes off,
Says she's close to understanding Jesus
She knows she's more than just a little you know - misunderstood
She has trouble acting normal, well I have trouble acting normal but
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 just like lambs
Round here - look - she's slipping though my hands.

Oh, Sleeping children better run like the wind
Out of this lightning dream
I said 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, I know it's only in my head."

But the girl on the 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
She says, I'm thinking of jumping
She says, I'm sick and tired of life
Well everybody's tired of something!

Round here she's always on my mind
Round here, Hey man, I got a lot of time
I said round here we're never sent to bed early
Man, nobody makes us wait
Round here we stay up very very very very late.

I... I can't see nothing, nothing
Round here
Would you catch me if I was falling?
Would you kiss me if I was leaving?
Would you hold me 'cause I'm lonely
Without you.?

I said I'm under the gun
Round here
I said I'm lonely lonely lonely
Without you.

I can't see nothing, nothing
Round here.

Counting Crows.
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