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

Well, I walked in the air between the rain

Through myself and back again

Where? I don't know

Maria says she's dying

And through the door, I hear her crying

Why? I don't know

I don't know

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

And she walks along the edge of where the ocean meets the land

Just like she's walking on a wire in the circus

And she parks her car outside of my house

And takes her clothes off

And says she's close to understanding Jesus

And I know 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

She says, "It's only in my head"

She says, "I know it's only in my head"

But the girl in the car in the parking lot

Says, "Man, you should try to take a shot

But can't you see my walls are crumbling?"

Then she looks up at the building

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, we 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, late

Would you catch me if I'm fallin', catch me if I'm fallin'

Down on you?

I can't see nothin', nothin' 'round here