COUNTING CROWS - August and Everything After lyrics

rate me

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 she says she's gonna sleep for a couple minutes more

I've said "I'm sorry" to Maria for the cold hearted thing 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 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

In August and Everything After, you get a little less than you expected, somehow...

I stumbled into Washington Square just as the sun began to rise

I lay down on the lawn of the cathedral

Right down with the shadow of St. Mary's in the sky

And I'm just one of these late model children waiting for the king

Yeah, but there ain't no sign of Elvis in San Fransisco

It's just me, and I'm playing this rock and roll thing

And 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.

I SAID AND LA LA LA LA...

Well now I got my reservations and I got my seven million-dollar home

And I got, 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 if it all catches up to me

Do you think they'll take me down?

Do you think i'm gonna cry?

Well, I've already got your disease,

So take your f*cking filthy hands off of me

Well I hope you weren't expecting me 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 AM 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... NA NA....

WELL I CAME DOWN FROM NORTH DAKOTA

'CAUSE I HAD CONFIDENCE IN THE MILITARY MIND

AND NOW, EVERYONE I KNOW IS TURNING SHOW GIRL

AND IS DANCING WITH THEIR SHIRT OFF IN SOME LAS VEGAS HOTEL LINE

SO I'M GOING TO NEW YORK CITY 'CAUSE IT GOTTA LITTLE SLEAZY HERE FOR ME

WHEN I FIND MYSELF ALONE I KNOW I'M NEVER GOING HOME

I MAKE THE CHANGES THE CHANGES THAT I NEED

BUT I NO LONGER KNOW HOW TO PRAY

AND I'M LIVING IN A DOG TOWN AND IT'S A DALMATION PARADE

I CHANGE MY SPOTS, OVER AND OVER

BUT THEY NEVER SEEM TO FADE AWAY

NOW 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

I SAID IN AUGUST AND EVERYTHING AFTER, MAN THEM BUFFALO AIN'T NEVER COMING HOME

I SAID NA NA ... LA LA ...