"Round Here" lyrics
(originally by Counting Crows)
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
Well, I walked in 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
I don't know, 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 in the circus
She parks her car outside of my house
And takes her clothes off
Says she's close to understanding Jesus
And I know 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
She says it's only in my head
She says, I know it's only in my head
But the girl in the car in the parking lot
Says, "Man, you should try to take a shot
But can't you see my walls are crumbling?"
Then she looks up at the building
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, we 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 late
Would you catch me if I'm falling, catch me if I'm falling down on you?
I can't see nothing, nothing 'round here
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
Well, I walked in 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
I don't know, 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 in the circus
She parks her car outside of my house
And takes her clothes off
Says she's close to understanding Jesus
And I know 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
She says it's only in my head
She says, I know it's only in my head
But the girl in the car in the parking lot
Says, "Man, you should try to take a shot
But can't you see my walls are crumbling?"
Then she looks up at the building
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, we 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 late
Would you catch me if I'm falling, catch me if I'm falling down on you?
I can't see nothing, nothing 'round here
