Songtexte August and Everything After (Amazon Original) [Explicit] [Explicit] - Counting Crows

They're waking up Maria
'Cause everybody else has got some place to go
She makes a little motion with her head
Rolls over, says she's gonna sleep
For a couple minutes more

Said I'm sorry to Maria
For the cold-hearted thing that I have done
Said I'm sorry by now, at least once
To just about everyone
She says, "I have forgotten what I'm supposed to do today"
It slips my mind what I'm supposed to say

We're getting older, and older, and older, and older
And always a little further out of the way
You look into her eyes
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 I 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 Francisco
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 that 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

Well, I got my reservations
And I got my seven-million dollar home
I got, I got the number of some girl in North Dakota
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 know you wonder, when it all catches up to me
And they finally bring me down
Do you think I'm gonna cry?

Well listen, I already got my disease
So get your fucking 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
Yeah, it's midnight in San Francisco
And I'm waiting here for Jesus on my knees

In August and everything after
I need somebody else to bleed for me

Well, I came down from San Francisco
'Cause I had confidence and a military mind
But now everyone I know is turning showgirl
And dancing with their shirt off
In some Las Vegas hotel line

So I'm going to New York City
'Cause it got a little sleazy here for me
And when I find myself alone
You 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 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

In August and everything after
Man, them buffalo, ain't never coming home, no
In August and everything after
Man, them buffalo ain't
They ain't never coming home, no

In August and everything after
Man, them buffalo, ain't never coming home