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

I walk in the air, between the rain

Through myself and, back again, where?

I don't know

But 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

Well, 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

It's 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

Oh, 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: Shhh, I know it's only in my head

She said: Did you think that you were dreaming?

I said: No

Did you think that you were dreaming?

I said: No

Did you think that you were dreaming?

I said: Sometimes I don't know

There's a girl on the car out in the parking lot

And she says: Come on, ya know, come on, just take a shot

And she says: Can't you see me? Can't you see me?

Can't you see my walls are tumbling down?

Can't you see my walls are crumbling down?

Can't you see my Sun stop spinning around?

Can't you see the sky turn black and brown?

Can't you see the Moon is flashing round?

Can't you see me?

Can't you see me?

Can't you see me?

No!

There's a girl on the car out in the parking lot

Says: Man, why don't you take a shot?

Can't you see my walls are crumbling?

And then she looks up at the building

She 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, 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

So will you catch if I'm falling?

Will 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

Man, I said I'm under the gun round here

But I can't see nothing, nothing

Round here