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 But 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 Well, Maria came from Nashville with a suitcase in her hand She said she'd like to meet a boy who looks like Elvis She walks along the edge of where the ocean meets the land It's like she's walking on a wire in the circus She parks her car outside of my house and takes her clothes off 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 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 Oh, sleeping children, better run like the wind Out of the lightning dream Mama's little baby better get herself in Out of the lightning She says it's only in my head She says: Shhh, I know it's only in my head She said: Did you think that you were dreaming? I said: No Did you think that you were dreaming? I said: No Did you think that you were dreaming? I said: Sometimes I don't know There's a girl on the car out in the parking lot And she says: Come on, ya know, come on, just take a shot And she says: Can't you see me? Can't you see me? Can't you see my walls are tumbling down? Can't you see my walls are crumbling down? Can't you see my Sun stop spinning around? Can't you see the sky turn black and brown? Can't you see the Moon is flashing round? Can't you see me? Can't you see me? Can't you see me? No! There's a girl on the car out in the parking lot Says: Man, why don't you take a shot? Can't you see my walls are crumbling? And then she looks up at the building She says she's thinking of jumping She says she's tired of life She must be tired of something Round here She's always on my mind Round here, hey, man, got lots of time Round here we're never sent 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 So will you catch if I'm falling? Will you catch me if I'm falling? Will you catch me? 'Cause I'm falling down on you I said I'm under the gun round here Man, I said I'm under the gun round here But I can't see nothing, nothing Round here