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Counting Crows

Genres: Rock

August & Everything After Lyrics - 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 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 

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 you 

expected somehow 

Well I stumbled into washington square just as the sun began to rise 

And I walked across the lawn to the cathedral 

And lay down in the shadow of st. Marys 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. 

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 lalalalalalalalalala 

Well I got my reservations 

and I got my seven-million dollar home 

And I got the number of some girl in New York City 

whos always wide awake 

so I never have to spend the night alone 

I got this 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 

and I finally break down now 

Did you think I was gonna cry? 

Well I already got my disease 

So take your fuckin filthy hands off of me 

Well I hope you dont expect me to be crucified 

The best that they can do 

is just hang me from the nearest tree 

Cause its midnight in San Francisco 

and Im waiting here for Jesus on my knees 

In August and everything after 

I want somebody else to bleed for me 

I said lalalalalalalalala... 

Came down from North Dakota 

Cause I had confidence in the military mind 

And now everyone I know is turning showgirl 

and dancing with their shirt off 

in some Las Vegas hotel line 

So Im going to New York City 

Cause it got a little sleazy here for me 

I'm gonna find myself alone 

You know I'm never coming home 

You make the changes the changes that you need 

But I no longer know how to pray 

I live in dog town and its a Dalmatian parade 

And 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 aint never comin home 

In August and everything after 

man them buffalo aint never comin home 

lalalalalalalalala