Artist: Counting Crows Album: N/A (0000) Title: August and Everything After
Lyrics August and Everything AfterThey'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
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