...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 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
Sleeping children got to 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."
But the girl on the car in the parking lot says:
"Man, you should try and 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
Nobody makes us wait, Round here we stay up very very very very late.
I cant see nothing, nothing, round 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
I can't see nothing, nothing, round here