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 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
Why? I don’t know
Round here we always stand up straight
Round here something radiates
She walks along the edge
of where the ocean meets the land
just like she’s walking on a wire in the circus
Round here she’s slipping through my hands
Sleeping children better run like the wind
out of the lightning dream
She says “It’s only in my head”
She says “Shhh, I know it’s only in my head”
But the girl in car in the parking lot
says “Man you should try to take a shot
can’t you see my walls are crumbling?”
Round here she’s always on my mind
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 round here?
And I can’t see nothing, nothing round here.
.:: Counting Crows