Please Welcome, ah my favourite band The Counting Crows



Hey Were 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,