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

And 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

Ooh 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 "sshhh... 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 round here
Won't you catch me if I'm falling
Won't you catch me if I'm falling

Won't you catch me
cuz 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 nothing
nothing round here