They're waking up Maria because everybody else has got someplace to go And 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 coldhearted 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 today, 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 lay down on the lawn of the cathedral Right there in the shadow of St. Mary's in the sky And I'm just one of these late-model children Waiting for the King Yeah, but there ain't no sign of Elvis in San Francisco It's just me, and I'm playin' this rock and roll thing And she wants to be just like me And I want every damn thing I can see And 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 Said la la la... Well I got my reservations and I got myself a million-dollar home Yeah and I got, 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 Do you think they'll take me down? Do you think I'm gonna cry? Yeah, well I already got my disease So take you fucking filthy hands off of me Well 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 plead for me I said, la la la... Well I came down from North Dakota Because I had confidence in the military mind But now everyone I know is turning showgirl Just dancin' with their shirt off in some Las Vegas hotel line So I'm goin' to New York City because it got a little sleazy here for me When I find myself alone, I know I'm never going home I make the changes, the changes that I need But I no longer know how to pray Man, I live in dogtown and it's a Dalmatian parade I changed my spots over and over But they never seem to fade Away Now I am the last remaining Indian Lookin' for the place where the buffalo roam In August and everything after Man, them buffalo ain't never comin' home I said in August and everything after, Man, them buffalo ain't never comin' home So I said la la la...