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
 
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 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 got to 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 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 I got lots of time
Round here we're never sent to bed early
Nobody makes us wait
Round here we stay up very, very late