Round Here (Live on SNL) Counting Crows

[Verse 1]
Step out the front door like a ghost into the fog
Where no one notices the contrast of white on white
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

[Chorus for Verse 1]
Round here, we always stand up straight
Round here, something radiates

[Verse 2]
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

She parks her car outside of my house and takes her clothes off
Says she's close to understanding Jesus
And she knows she's more than just a little misunderstood
She has trouble acting normal when she's nervous