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Counting Crows

Round Here

 

Round Here

(album: August And Everything After - 1993)


Step out the front door like a ghost
Into the fog where no one notices
The contrast of white on white
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
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

I I can't see nothing, nothing, 'round here
You catch me if I'm falling
You catch me if I'm falling
You catch me 'cause I'm falling down on you
I said, "I'm under the gun..."
'Round here
Oh, man, I said, "I'm under the gun..."
'Round here
Well, I can't see nothing, nothing
'Round here

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