Round Here Lyrics - Counting Crows

Counting Crows August and Everything After cover art
Credits
publisher: ©IMAGEM U.S. LLC
writers: Steve Bowman, David Lynn Bryson, Adam Fredric Duritz, Charles Thomas Gillingham, David A Janusko, Dan Ryan Jewett, Matthew Mark Malley, Christopher C Roldan
release date: 1993-9-14
genres: Rock Blues Folk, World, & Country
styles: Folk Rock/Alternative Rock/Soft Rock/Pop Rock/Indie Rock
length: 5:32
producer: T‐Bone Burnett
piano: Charlie Gillingham and Adam Duritz
lead vocals: Adam Duritz
vocal: Steve Bowman, Matt Malley, David Bryson and Charlie Gillingham
mixer: Pat McCarthy and Scott Litt
recording engineer: Pat McCarthy
guitar: Matt Malley and David Bryson
additional background vocals: Gary Louris, Maria McKee and Mark Olson
Hammond organ: Charlie Gillingham
additional engineer: Robert Hart, Howard Willing and Steve Holroyd
accordion: Charlie Gillingham
harmonica: Adam Duritz
additional: David Immerglück
drums (drum set): Steve Bowman
bass guitar: Matt Malley
additional guitar: Bill Dillon, David Immerglück and T‐Bone Burnett
executive producer: Gary Gersh
chamberlin: Charlie Gillingham
additional mandolin: David Immerglück
assistant engineer: Brant Scott and Mark Guilbeault
additional pedal steel guitar: David Immerglück
additional mandocello: David Immerglück
additional guitorgan: Bill Dillon
composer: Dave Janusko, Dan Jewett, Chris Roldan, David Bryson
lyricist: Adam Duritz
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
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
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

'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

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."

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.

'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

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.



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Tracklist
CD 1
  • 1 Round Here
  • 2 Omaha
  • 3 Mr. Jones
  • 4 Perfect Blue Buildings
  • 5 Anna Begins
  • 6 Time and Time Again
  • 7 Rain King
  • 8 Sullivan Street
  • 9 Ghost Train
  • 10 Raining in Baltimore
  • 11 A Murder of One