“Please Welcome, ah my favourite band… The Counting Crows”      “Hey… We’re gonna start off with just David on”      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      I walk in the air between the rain,   Through myself and back again   Where? I don't know      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      Maria came from Nashville with a suitcase in her hand   She said she'd like to meet a boy who looks like Elvis   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 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   Round here we talk just like lions   But we sacrifice just like lambs   Round here - look - she's slipping though my hands      Oh, Sleeping children better run like the wind   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."      But the 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   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   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 lonely    Without you      I can't see nothing, nothing   Round here      “This is aah, this is Charlie…”