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 to 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
And nobody makes us wait
Round here we stay up very very late

I can't see nothing
Nothing round here
Will 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