'Please Welcome, ah my favourite band Counting Crows'
'Hey, we're gonna start off with just David 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 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,
Says she's close to understanding Jesus,
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,
See round here, we talk just like lions,
But we sacrifice just like lambs,
And round here, look she's, she's slipping though my hands.
Oh, 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,
There's 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 thinking of jumping,
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,
I said 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, I can't see nothing, nothing, round here,
Oh, would you catch me if I was falling,
Would you kiss me if I was leaving,
Would you hold me 'cause I'm lonely,
Without you.
I said I'm under the gun, round here,
I said I'm lonely, lonely, I'm lonely,
Without you.
I can't see nothing, nothing, round here.
'Where's Charlie?'
'This is aah, this is Charlie'
Round Here (Vh1 Storytellers Version) Lyrics performed by Counting Crows are property and copyright of the authors, artists and labels. You should note that Round Here (Vh1 Storytellers Version) Lyrics performed by Counting Crows is only provided for educational purposes only and if you like the song you should buy the CD