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  that  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