Round Here Album

Artist(s): Counting Crows

Cover Art

Counting Crows Round Here Cover Art

Tracklist

Round Here

length: 5:32
producer: T‐Bone Burnett
piano: Adam Duritz and Charlie Gillingham
lead vocals: Adam Duritz
vocal: Matt Malley, Steve Bowman, 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: Steve Holroyd, Robert Hart and Howard Willing
accordion: Charlie Gillingham
harmonica: Adam Duritz
additional: David Immerglück
drums (drum set): Steve Bowman
bass guitar: Matt Malley
additional guitar: T‐Bone Burnett, David Immerglück and Bill Dillon
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
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, "Shhh....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 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 late

Ghost Train

length: 4:03
producer: T‐Bone Burnett
piano: Adam Duritz and Charlie Gillingham
lead vocals: Adam Duritz
vocal: David Bryson, Matt Malley, Charlie Gillingham and Steve Bowman
mixer: Scott Litt and Pat McCarthy
recording engineer: Pat McCarthy
guitar: Matt Malley and David Bryson
additional background vocals: Gary Louris, Mark Olson and Maria McKee
Hammond organ: Charlie Gillingham
additional engineer: Howard Willing, Steve Holroyd and Robert Hart
accordion: Charlie Gillingham
harmonica: Adam Duritz
additional: David Immerglück
drums (drum set): Steve Bowman
bass guitar: Matt Malley
additional guitar: T‐Bone Burnett, Bill Dillon and David Immerglück
executive producer: Gary Gersh
chamberlin: Charlie Gillingham
additional mandolin: David Immerglück
assistant engineer: Mark Guilbeault and Brant Scott
additional pedal steel guitar: David Immerglück
additional mandocello: David Immerglück
additional guitorgan: Bill Dillon
composer: Adam Duritz
lyricist: Adam Duritz
I took the cannonball down to the ocean
Across the desert from sea to shining sea
I rode a ladder that climbs across the nation
Fifty million feet of earth between the buried and me

"How do you do?"
She said, "Hey, how do you do?"

She buys a ticket 'cause it's cold where she comes from
She climbs aboard because she's scared of getting older in the snow
Love is a ghost train rumbling through the darkness
Hold on to me darling I've got nowhere else to go

"How do you do?"
She said, "How do you do?"

I took the cannonball down to the ocean
Watched the diesel disappear beneath the tumbling waves
Love is a ghost train howling on the radio
"Remember everything." she said, "when only memory remains."

"How do you do?"
She said, "Hey, how do you do?"

The Ghost in You (live, 1993-08-28: KBCO Studio C, Boulder)

length: 3:30