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
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
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