Round Here

Step out the front door like a ghost Into a 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 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 And 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 her clothes off Says she's close to understanding Jesus And 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 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 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 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, 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 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 'Round here Oh man I said I'm under the gun 'Round here And I can't see nothin', nothin' 'Round here