They're waking up Maria because everybody's got someplace else to go
She makes a little motion with her head
Rolls over and says she going to sleep for a couple minutes more
I said "I'm sorry" to Maria for all the cold-hearted things I had 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, it just slips my mind what I'm supposed to say."
We're getting older and further out of the way

Well you look in to her eyes and its more than your heart will allow
Because in August and everything after, you get a little then you expected somehow
Well I stumbled avenue just as the sun began to rise
And I walked across the lawn to the cathedral and laid down in the shadow of St. Mary's in the sky
I'm just one of these late model children waiting for the king
Well there ain't no sign of Elvis in Pittsburgh baby
It's just me, and I'm doing this rock and roll things

And she says she wants to be just like me
And I want every damn thing I can see
One day your daddy's little angel
The next day you're everything he wanted you to be
They dress you up in white satin and give you your very own pair of wings
Because in August and Everything after, I'm after everything.

Well I got my reservations and I got my electric guitar
I got the number of a girl who lives down the street
So when I'm lonely I never have to go very far
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, and they finally bring me down
Did you think I was going to cry

Well I've already got my disease
So take your fuckin' filthy hands off of me
I hope you don't expect me to be crucified
The best that they can do is just to hang me from the nearest tree.