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
Angels get a better view
Of the crumbling difference between wrong and right
I walk 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 at the circus
And she parks her car outside of my house
And, well, takes her clothes off she 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, hey man, 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
She says: "It's only in my head."
She says: "Shh, I know it's only in my head."
Oh, but the girl on the car in the parking lot says
"Man, you should try and take a shot. Can't you see my walls are crumblin'?"
And she looks up at the building
Says she's thinkin' of jumping
Says she's tired of life, she must be tired of something
Round here she's always on my mind
Round here, hey man, I got lots of time, time, time, time
Round here we're never sent to bed early and nobody makes us wait
Round here we stay up oh very, very, very, very, very, oh very, very late

No, I can't see nothing
No, I can't see nothing
No, I can't see nothing
Would you catch me if I was falling?
Would you kiss me if I was jumping?
Would you catch me if I was falling down on you?
I said I'm under the gun round here
I said I'm under the gun round here
And I can't see nothing, nothing round here