Those counters, so silly

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


And the only part of that song I ever noticed before was the part that says "round heeeerreee" blah blah blah "round hereeeee!" blah blah blah.

Thats the counting crows. The rest of the song is deliciously written too.