Artist/Band:
Counting Crows
Lyrics for Song: August and Everything After
Lyrics for Album: Other Songs - Counting Crows
They're wakin' up Maria 'cause everybody else has got someplace to go
She makes a little motion with her head
Rolls over and says she's gonna sleep for
A couple of minutes more
I've said "I'm sorry" to Maria
For all the cool hearted things that I have done
I've said "I'm sorry" by now, at least once
To just about everyone
She says, "I've forgotten what I'm supposed to do in the day
And it slips my mind what I'm supposed to say
I'm getting older and older and older
And always a little further out of the way"
You look into her eyes and it's more than your heart will allow
In August and everything after
You get a little less than I expected somehow
Well, I stumbled into Washington Square just as the sun began to rise
I walked across the lawn to the cathedral and lay down
In the shadow of St. Mary's in the sky
I'm just one of these late model children
Waiting for the king
But there ain't no sign of Elvis in San Fransisco
It's just me, and I'm playing this rock and roll thing
She wants to be just like me
And I want every damn thing I can see
One day you're Daddy's little angel
The next day, you're everything he wanted you to be
They dress you up in white satin
And they give you your very own pair of wings
In August and everything after, I'm after everything
And I said, "la, la, la, la, la, la, la, la, la, la, la, la, la"
Now I got my reservations, and I got myself a million doller home
And I got the number of some girl in New York City
Who's always wide awake, so I never have to spend the night alone
I got this nasty little habit of peeking down the shirts
Of all the little girls as they pass me by
And I wonder, when it all catches up to me
And they finally bring me down?
Did you think I was gonna cry?
Well, I already got my disease
So take your fucking filthy hands off of me
And I hope you don't expect me to be crucified
The best that they can do is just to hang me from the nearest tree
'Cause it's midnight in San Fransisco
And I'm waiting here for Jesus on my knees.
In August and everything after
I want somebody else to bleed...for me
I said, "la, la, la, la, la, la, la, la, la, la, la, la, la
Oh, na, na, na, na, na, na, na, na, na, na, na"
I came down from North Dakota
'Cause I had confidence in the military mind
Now everyone I know is turning show-girl
And dancing with their shirt off in some Las Vegas hotel line
So I'm goin' New York City 'cause it got a little sleazy here for me
When I find myself alone, I know I'm never going home
You make the changes, the changes that you need
But I no longer know how to pray
I live in a dog town, and it's a dalmation parade
I change my spots over and over
But they never seem to fade away
I am the last remaining Indian
Looking for the place where the buffalo roam
In August and everything after
Man, them buffalo ain't never coming home
In August and everything after
Man, them buffalo ain't never coming home
Na-na, na, na, na, na, na, na
Oh, na, na, na, na
Na, na-na, na, na-na
Na, na, na-na, na-na-na
Na-na-na-na-na-na-na-na
Oh, na, oh, na
Na-na-na, na-na-na, na-na-na
Na-na-na, na-na-na...
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