Everything After

They're waking 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 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 have 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 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 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 d**n 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 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 f**king 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'm waiting here for Jesus on my knees

In August and everything after

I need somebody else to bleed for me

In August and everything after

I need somebody else to bleed for me

Well I came down from San Francisco

Because 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

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