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Step out the front door like a ghost into the fogWhere no one notices the contrast of white on whiteAnd in between the moon and you the angels get a better viewOf the crumbling difference between wrong and rightI walk in the air between the rain through myself and back againWhere? I don’t knowMaria says she’s dying through the door I hear her cryingWhy? I don’t knowRound here we always stand up straightRound here something radiatesMaria came from nashville with a suitcase in her handShe said she’d like to meet a boy who looks like elvisShe walks along the edge of where the ocean meets the landJust like she’s walking on a wire in the circusShe parks her car outside of my houseTakes her clothes offSays she’s close to understanding jesusShe knows she’s more than just a little misunderstoodShe has trouble acting normal when she’s nervousRound here we’re carving out our namesRound here we all look the sameRound here we talk just like lionsBut we sacrifice like lambsRound here she’s slipping through my handsSleeping children better run like the windOut of the lightning dreamMama’s little baby better get herself inOut of the lightningShe says it’s only in my headShe says shhh I know it’s only in my headBut the girl on car in the parking lot says’man you should try to take a shotCan’t you see my walls are crumbling? ’Then she looks up at the building and says she’s thinking of jumpingShe says she’s tired of life she must be tired of somethingRound here she’s always on my mindRound here hey man got lots of timeRound here we’re never sent to bed earlyAnd nobody makes us waitRound here we stay up very, very, very, very late

I can’t see nothing, nothing round here
Catch me if I’m falling