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 that 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 
Nobody makes us wait 
Round here we stay up very very late