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 more than 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

Run home

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 I know

it's only in my head

But the girl on 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

I 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

I can't see nothing

Nothing

Round here

Would you catch me if I'm falling?

Would you catch me if I'm falling?

Would you catch me 'cause I'm

falling down again

Oh, man I said I'm under the gun

Round here

Oh, man I said I'm under the gun

Round here

I can't see nothing

Nothing

Round here