"In August and everything after, you get a little less than you expected somehow"

Plats: Dead on my bed

Leave it be?

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
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 laid down in the shadow of St. Mary’s in the sky
And 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 lalala...

Well now I got my reservations
and I got my seven-million dollar home
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 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 they finally bring it down, now
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 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 lalala...

I 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 I’m goin’ to New York City
‘cause it got a little sleazy here for me
When I find myself alone
and know I’m never going home
I make the changes, the changes that I need
But I no longer know how to pray
I live in dog town and it’s 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 ain’t never comin’ home
In August and everything after
man them buffalo ain’t never comin’ home
Lalala...

Rubrik: Counting Crows - August and Everything After