Counting Crows — August and Everything After Live Version

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 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 playin’ 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 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 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 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