Round Here (Live At Chelsea Studios, New York/1997)

Step out the front door like a ghost

Into a 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 walk 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

'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 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

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, "Shh, 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

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, I 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