August and Everything After

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...