Round Here
Punchline Lyrics

Step out the front door like a ghost Into the fog where no one notices The contrast of white on white.
I leave my house without being noticed, blending into the foggy surroundings.

And in between the moon and you The angels get a better view Of the crumbling difference between wrong and right.
There's a connection between heavenly beings, myself and the phases of the moon, and they have the ability to see the contrasts between morality.

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
I walk through a state of uncertainty, where I don't know the direction I'm heading or where I'll end up. Maria is experiencing an unknown form of pain, and I can't explain why she's crying.

'Round here we always stand up straight 'Round here something radiates
In this part of town, we tend to carry ourselves with poise and confidence. There's an unspoken energy in the air.

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, takes her clothes off, Says she's close to understanding Jesus She knows she's more that just a little misunderstood She has trouble acting normal when she's nervous
Maria's come from Tennessee to meet someone who shares similar physical traits with Elvis. She walks along the beach as if she's vying for attention under the big top. She's parked her car outside my house and stripped down, claiming her understanding of Jesus is gradually coming together. Though she knows she's not normal, she has difficulty behaving adequately when she's anxious or fearful.

'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 like lambs 'Round here she's slipping through my hands
Here, we create our signature and leave lasting marks, but we tend to look alike. We speak with assertiveness, yet we have a real risk of losing ourselves in a situation. And specifically in my life, someone important is slipping away from me.

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 She says, "It's only in my head." She says, "Shh, I know it's only in my head."
Children need to move away from dangerous situations, even if it's just a dream. I attempt to comfort her and tell her that her fearful thoughts exist just within her mind.

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.
The woman on top of the car suggests that I should make an effort in life. She's losing her nerve and seems to be on the verge of jumping from the building. She's growing weary of life and has probably experienced her fair share of setbacks or weariness.

'Round here she's always on my mind 'Round here (hey man) I got lots of time 'Round here we're never sent to bed early And nobody makes us wait 'Round here we stay up very very very very late
This special person is constantly on my thoughts. I have a lot of time on my hands, and things move at a slow pace, but everything is copacetic. We're never enforced to retire early, thus we remain awake quite late.

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 because I'm falling down on here I said " I'm under the gun" 'Round here. Oh man I said "I'm under the gun" 'Round here. And I can't see nothin', nothin'. 'Round here.
I can't see anything around me, and I'm falling apart. I require someone to come to my aid and save me when I plummet. I state that I'm under duress, and I have no idea what the future holds.