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 the door I hear her crying
  Why? I don't know
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  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 just a little misunderstood
  she has trouble acting normal when she's nervous
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  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 Shhh I know it's only in my head
  But the girl in 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 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