Round Here
Step out the front door like a ghostinto the fog where no one noticesthe contrast of white on white.And in between the moon and youthe angels get a better viewof the crumbling difference between wrong and right.I walk in the air between the rainthrough myself and back againWhere? I don't knowMaria says she's dyingthrough the door I hear her cryingWhy? I don't know
Round here we always stand up straightRound here something radiatesMaria came from Nashville with a suitcase in her handshe said she'd like to meet a boy who looks like Elvisshe walks along the edge of where the ocean meets the landjust like she's walking on a wire in the circusshe parks her car outside of my housetakes her clothes offsays she's close to understanding Jesusshe knows she's just a little misunderstoodshe has trouble acting normal when she's nervous
Round here we're carving out our namesRound here we all look the sameRound here we talk just like lionsBut we sacrifice like lambsRound here she's slipping through my handsSleeping children better run like the windout of the lightning dreamMama's little baby better get herself inout of the lightningShe says It's only in my headShe says Shhh I know it's only in my headBut the girl in car in the parking lotsays "Man you should try to take a shotcan't you see my walls are crumbling?"Then she looks up at the buildingand says she's thinking of jumpingShe says she's tired of lifeshe must be tired of somethingRound here she's always on my mindRound here hey man got lots of timeRound here we're never sent to bed earlyAnd nobody makes us waitRound here we stay up very, very, very, very late