Round Here piano leadsheet with chords

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 gets a better view of the crumbling difference between wrong and right.

I walk in the air car in between the rain,

through myself and back again.

a Where?

says she's close to un I don't derstanding Jesus.

Maria says she's dying.

Through the door I hear her crying.

Why? She trou I tired acting normal when she's ner somevous.

Round here we always stand up straight.

Round here something radiates.

Maria came from Nashville with a suitcase in her hand.

She where said she'd like to meet a boy who looks like

Elvis. She walks along the edge of where the ocean meets a the ter land just like she's walking on a wire in the cir and cus.

She parks her car out car in side of my house,

takes "Man, her should clothes to off,

a shot.

Can't you see my walls I don't der are ing crumbling?"

And she knows she's more than just a little misunderstood.

She has She says ble tired of life;

she must be tired of something.

Round here we're carving out our names.

Round here

we all look the same.

Maria Round here we're we talk just like li earons,

but we sacrifice like lambs.

Round here we stay up ver slipy,

very, very, very late.

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.

I can't see nothing,

nothing around here.

You catch me if I'm falling.

You catch me if I'm falling.

Will you catch me, 'cause I'm falling down on you.

I said I'm under the gun

around here.

Oh man, I said I'm under the gun

around here.

And I can't see nothing,

nothing around here.