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?
Maria says she’s dying.
Through the door I hear her crying. Why?
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. She knows she’s more than just a little misunderstood. She has trouble acting normal. Well I have trouble acting normal.
But 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 just like lambs.
Look she’s slipping through my hands, sleeping children better run like the wind.
Out, out, out, out, 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 “Shhhhh I know, 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 “I’m thinking of jumping”. She says “I’m sick and tired of life”.
Everybody’s tired of something.
Round here she’s always on my mind, round here hey man I got a lot 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 round here.
Would you catch if I was falling, would you kiss me if I was leaving, would you hold me cause I’m lonely, without you.
I said I’m under the gun around here I’m lonely, lonely, lonely without you
and I can’t see nothing, nothing round here.