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 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 the lambs Round here she's slipping through my hands