(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



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, you know

says she's close to understanding Jesus

she knows she's more than just a little misunderstood

yes, 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, talk just like lions

Oh, but we sacrifice like lambs

Round here she's slipping through my hands



She says "It's only in my head"

She says "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 she says "I'm thinking of jumping"

She says "I'm sick and tired of life"

Everybody's tired of something



Round here she's always on my mind

Round here we've got lots of time

We never go 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

would you catch if I'm falling

would you kiss me 'cause i'm leaving

would you hold me 'cause i'm lonely without you

I said I'm under the gun around here

I said I'm under the gun around here

I said I'm lonely lonely lonely round here