I can't see nothin', nothin', round here
I said "I'm under the gun around here"
Step out the front door like a ghost into the fog
Publisher: JONES FALLS MUSIC
And she walks along the edge where the ocean meets the land
And she knows she's more that just a little, you know, misunderstood
Why? I don't know
She says, "It's only in my head"
Round here, we all look the same
Can't you see my walls are crumbling?"
Out out out out, out of the lightning dream
And in between the moon and you angels get a better view
Round here we always stand up straight
Of the crumbling difference between wrong and right
Well every body's tired of something
But Maria says she's dying, through the door I hear her crying
Says she's close to understanding Jesus
Sleeping children better run like the wind
I said "I'm lonely lonely lonely without you
Round here, hey man, I got a lot of time
She has trouble acting normal, well I have trouble acting normal
Where? I don't know
And round here, she's, she's slipping through my hands
Out of the lightning
Just like she's walking on a wire in the circus
She says, "Shh, I know it's only in my head"
Round here
Round here something radiates
She says "I'm sick and tired of life"
Would you hold me 'cause I'm lonely without you
Round here we stay up very, very, very, very  late
Oh, would you catch me if I was fallin'?
Round here, she's always on my mind
Then she looks up at the building, she says "I'm thinking of jumping"
And  I can't see nothin', nothin'
See round here we're never sent to bed early and nobody makes us wait
But round here, we're carving out our names
Says, "Man, you should try to take a shot
An she parks her car outside of my house and takes her clothes off
Where no one notices the contrast of white on white
Would you kiss me if I was leavin'?
See round here, we talk just like lions then we sacrifice like lambs.
I said mama's little baby better get herself in
There's girl in the car in the parking lot
She said she'd like to meet a boy who looks like Elvis
Well, I walk in the air between the rain, through myself and back again
Maria came from Nashville with a suitcase in her hand
Songwriters: Steve Bowman, David Bryson, Adam Duritz, Charlie Gillingham, Matt Malley