Let's go out and look at the pretty lights.
I'll even drive. Do tears not just spring to your eyes when you see something like this? I can smell the North Dakota air.
Counting Crows...
And in between the moon and you
the angels get a better view
of the crumbling difference between wrong and right.
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 than just a little misunderstood
She has trouble acting normal when she's nervous
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