Originally by 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

Well 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



Its 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



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

Ohhh....



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 "Shhh I know it's only in my head"



She said "did you think that you were dreaming?"



I said "no"



"Did you think that you were dreaming"



I said "no"



"Did you think that you were dreaming"



I said "sometimes I don't know"



Theres a girl on the car out in the parking lot



And she says "come on, ya know come on just take a shot



Can't you see me



Can't you see me



Can't you see my walls are tumbling down?



Can't you see my walls are crumbling down?



Can't you see my sun stop spinning around



Can't you see the sky turn black and brown



Can't you see the moon is flashing round



Can't you see me



Can't you see me



Can't you see me



No

Theres a girl on the car out in the parking lot



"Can't you see my walls are crumbling down?"



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 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



So will you catch if I'm falling



Will 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



Man I said I'm under the gun round here



And I can't see nothing 



Nothing round here