Round Here

Counting Crows

1. 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 dont know
   Maria says shes dying through the door I hear her crying
   Why? I dont know

R: Round here we always stand up straight
   Round here something radiates

2. Maria came from nashville with a suitcase in her hand
   She said shed like to meet a boy who looks like elvis
   She walks along the edge of where the ocean meets the land
   Just like shes walking on a wire in the circus
   She parks her car outside of my house
   Takes her clothes off
   Says shes close to understanding jesus
   She knows shes more than just a little misunderstood
   She has trouble acting normal when shes nervous

R: Round here were 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 shes slipping through my hands