Stepped out the front door
like a ghost into the fog
contrast in white on white
In between the moon and you,
of the crumbling difference
I walk in the air between
And Maria says she's dying
I hear her crying. Why? I
we always stand up straight
Maria came from Nashville
with a suitcase in her hand
She said she'd like to meet a boy
of where the ocean meets the land
She parks her car outside my house
and takes her clothes off
Says she's close to under
And you know she's more than
just a little misunderstood
She has trouble acting normal
Round here, we're carving
Round here we talk like lions
But we sacrifice like lambs
Round here it's slipping through
better run alike the wind
Out of the lightning stream
Mama's little baby better
She says it's only in my head
She says, I know it's only
But the girl on the car in the parking lot
you should try and take a shot
Can't you see my walls are crumbling?
Then she looks up at the building
Says she's thinking of jumping
She says she's tired of life
we're never sent to bed early
Around here we stay up very,
Will you catch me if I'm falling,
Will you catch me if I'm falling out of line
I said I'm under the gun,
Man, I said I'm under the
Man, I ain't seen nothing, nothing around here
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