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 few minutes more
I say 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

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 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
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
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 girls that pass me by
And when it all catches up to me
When they finally bring me down
Do you think I'm gonna cry?

Well listen, I already got my disease
So get your damn dirty 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

Yeah, 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 runnin' to New York City
'Cause it got a little sleazy here for me
And when I find myself alone, and know I'm never going home
You need to make the changes, the changes that you need

But I always forget 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 really fade away

Like the last remaining Indian
Looking for where the buffalo roam
In August and everything after
Man, them buffalo ain't never coming home
Never coming home...