Round Here
Counting Crows
Step out the front door like a ghost Into the fog where no-one notices The contrast of white on white. And in 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 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 She say’s she’s close to understanding Jesus She knows she’s more than just a little misunderstood She has trouble acting normal when shes 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 "shh...I know it’s only in my head." But the girl on the street by 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 Say’s 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 Man nobody makes us wait round here we stay up very very very very late. I can’t see nothin’ nothin’ Around here You catch me if I’m falling You catch me if I’m falling Will you catch me cause I’m falling down on you I said I’m under the gun Around here Oh man I said I’m under the gun Around here And I can’t see nothin’ Nothin’ Round here.
