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
Maria says she´s dying.
Through thedoor, 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
She walks along the edge of where the ocean meets the land
Just like she´s walking on a wire in the circus
She parks her car outside of my house,
takes her clothes off,
Says she´s close to understanding Jesus
She knows she´s more that 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

Sleeping children got to 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."

But the girl on the car in the parking lot
says: "Man, you should try to take a shot
Can´t you see my walls are crumbling."

Then she looks up at the building
and 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 I got lots of time
Round here we´re never sent to bed early
Nobody makes us wait
Round here we stay up very very late