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August And Everything After

This song is by Counting Crows.

They’re wakin’ up Maria, ‘cause everybody else has got some place to go,
She makes a little motion with her head, rolls over,
And says she’s gonna sleep for a couple minutes more,
I said, I’m sorry to Maria for all the cold-hearted things that I have done,
I said, I’m sorry by now at least once to just about everyone,
She says I’ve forgotten what I’m supposed to do today,
And it slips my mind what I’m supposed to say,
We’re 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,
And August and everything after,
You get a little less than you expected somehow.

Well I stumbled into Washington Square, just as the sun began to rise,
And walked across on the lawn to the cathedral,
And laid down and 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 Francisco, it’s just me,
And I’m playin’ this rock and roll thing,
She wants to be just like me and I want every damn thing I can see,
You know 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,
I said la la la...

And now I got my reservations,
And I got my seven-million dollar home,
And I got the number of some girl in New York City,
Who’s always wide awake so I never spend the night alone,
I got a nasty little habit,
Of peekin’ down the shirts of all the little girls as they pass me by,
And I wonder when it all catches up to me,
They finally bring it down, did you think I was gonna cry?
Well I already got my disease, so take your fuckin' filthy hands off of me,
I hope you weren’t expecting to be crucified,
The best that they can do, is just to hang me from the nearest tree,
It’s midnight in San Francisco and I’m waiting here for Jesus on my knees,
And August and everything after, I want somebody else to bleed for me,
I said la la la...
Oh no no no...

I came down from North Dakota 'cause I had confidence in the military mind,
And now everyone I know is just turning showgirl and dancing with their shirt off,
In some Las Vegas hotel line,
So I’m going’ to Now York city 'cause it got a little sleazy here for me,
When I find myself a lawyer and no 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 dog town and it’s a Dalmatian 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,
You know August and everything after, man them buffalo ain’t never comin’ home,
You know August and everything after, man them buffalo ain’t never comin’ home,
La la la...


Written by:

Adam Duritz

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