Round Here

Counting Crows

Across A Wire - Live In New York : Disc One - VH1 Storytellers

- Please welcome, huh, my favorite band, Counting Crows.
- Hey. I'm gonna start off with just Dave and I.

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

Well, I walk in the air between the rain, through myself and back again
Where, I don't know
But 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

Well, 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

And she parks her car outside of my house and takes all her clothes off
And says she's close to understanding Jesus
And she knows she's more than just a little, you know, 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
'Cause 'round here, we talk just like lions, and then we, we sacrifice just like lambs
And 'round here, look, she's, she's slipping through my hands

Oooooh

Well, sleeping children better run like the wind
Out, out, out, out, out of this lightning dream
I said 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, I know it's only in my head
This 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, she says "I'm thinkin' of jumpin'"
She says "I'm sick and tired of life", well, everybody's tired of something

'Round here, she's always on my mind
And 'round here, hey man, I got a lot of time
So 'round here, we're never sent to bed early, man, nobody makes us wait
'Round here, we stay up very, very, very, very late

I can't see nothing, nothing around here, oooh
Would you catch me if I was falling, would you kiss me if I was leavin'
Would you hold me, 'cause I'm lonely without you
I said I'm under the gun around here
I said I'm lonely, lonely, I'm lonely without you
And I can't see nothing, nothing around here

- Where's Charley? (????), this is Charley...

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