Counting Crows - Round Here: chords

G                                D
Step out the front door like a ghost
                          Em7
into the fog where no-one notices
                  G
the contrast of white on white.

    G
And in between the moon and you
    D
The angels get a better view
        Em7                           G
of the crumbling difference between wrong and right.

       C
I walk in the air, between the rain
  D
through myself and back again.
Em7               G
Where? I don't know.

       C
Maria says she's dying.
             D
Through the door I hear her crying
    Em7           G
Why? I don't know

       C      D                 Em    G
Round here we always stand up straight
       C     D                Em G
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
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

Chorus
        C         D               Em  G
Round here we're carving out our names
       C    D               Em G
Round here we all look the same
       C                      D
Round here we talk just like lions
        Em             G
But we sacrifice like lambs
       C           D                  Em
Round here she's slipping through my hands

A D    A
Round here

Am7                      D7      A        G A
Sleeping children better run like the wind
Am7        D7          A   G A
Out of the lightning dream
Am7                       D7      A
Mama's little baby better get herself in
 C          D
Out of the lightning

She says, "It's only in my head"
She says, "Shh, 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
And says she's thinking of jumping
She says she's tired of life
She must be tired of something

Chorus:
'Round here, she's always on my mind
'Round here, hey man, got lots of time
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
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 'round here
Oh man, I said I'm under the gun 'round here
Well I can't see nothing, nothing 'round here