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 dont know

Maria says shes dying through the door I hear her crying

Why? I dont know



Round here we always stand up straight

Round here something radiates



Maria came from nashville with a suitcase in her hand

She said shed like to meet a boy who looks like elvis

She walks along the edge of where the ocean meets the land

Just like shes walking on a wire in the circus

She parks her car outside of my house

Takes her clothes off

Says shes close to understanding jesus

She knows shes more than just a little misunderstood

She has trouble acting normal when shes nervous



Round here were 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 shes slipping through my hands



Sleeping children better run like the wind

Out of the lightning dream

Mamas little baby better get herself in

Out of the lightning



She says its only in my head

She says shhh I know its only in my head

But the girl on car in the parking lot says

man you should try to take a shot

Cant you see my walls are crumbling?

Then she looks up at the building and says shes thinking of jumping

She says shes tired of life she must be tired of something



Round here shes always on my mind

Round here hey man got lots of time

Round here were never sent to bed early

And nobody makes us wait

Round here we stay up very, very, very, very late

I cant see nothing, nothing round here

Catch me if Im falling