They're wakin up Maria. Cause everybody else has got some place 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 all the cold-hearted things that I have done. I 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. 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. And 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 laid down on the lawn of the cathedral. And laid down and the shadow of St. Mary's in the sky. And 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 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. I said yeah yeah yeah yeah - lalala. Well you got your reservations. And you got your seven-million dollar home. You got the number of some girl in New York City. Who's always wide awake. So you never spend the night alone. You got a nasty little habit. Of peekin down the shirts of all the little girls. As they pass you by. And I wonder when it all catches up to you. And they finally take you down?. Are you gonna cry?. Well I already got my disease. So take your fuckin filthy hands off of me. Yeah well I hope you weren't expecting to be crucified?. The best that they can do. Is to hang you from the nearest tree. It's midnight in San Francisco. And I'm waiting here for Jesus on my knees. And August and everything after. I want somebody else to bleed for me. I said yeah yeah yeah lalala. They came down from North Dakota. With confidence in the military mind. And now everyone I know is turning showgirl. And dancing with their shirt off. In some Las Vegas hotel line. So I'm going down to Los Angeles. To plead for my immediate release. And the lawyer says yeah we'll let you go. But you gotta give us a better reason. Than "please please please". But I no longer know how to pray. I live in dog town and it's a Dalmatian parade. And I 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 comin home. And I said in August and everything after. Man them buffalo ain't never comin home. I said oh yeah yeah yeah lalala