(Spoken)   Alright, I have never never played this song before in concert. I have grave, grave misgivings about doing it now. But you people have been bitching about it forever so... It's entirely possible its not even that good of a song, it does however have a really great title. It sort of goes like this.. I'm not sure I can play this. But I'm doing this just for you. I want you to know that I rehearsed it on the piano in the change over between Graham Colton and the Wallflowers when you weren't looking tonight.      (Song)   They're waking 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   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   I walked across the lawn to the cathedral   And layed 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 'n' 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, la la la la la la la la la la la la la      Now I got my reservations   And I got my seven million dollar home   And I got the number of some girl in New York City   Who's always wide awake so I never have to spend a night alone      I got this nasty little habit of peakin down the shirts   Of all the little girls as they pass me by   I wonder, when it all catches up to me   And I finally break down.. no   Did you think I was gonna cry?      Well I already got my disease   So take your fucking filthy hands off of me   I hope you don't expect me to be crucified   The best that they can do is to just hang me from the nearest tree      Cause it's midnight in San Francisco   And I'm waiting here for Jesus on my knees   In August and everything after   I want somebody else to bleed, for me      I said, now la la la la la la la la la la la la la   Oh na na na na na na na na na na na ohh..      I came down from North Dakota   Cause I had confidence in the military mind   Now, everyone I know is just 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 sleezy here for me   When I find myself alone   I know I'm never going home   To make the changes, the changes that we need      But I no longer know how to pray   I live in a dog town, and it's a dalmation parade   I changed 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      In August and everything after   Man, them buffalo ain't never comin home      La la la la la la la la la la la la la la la la na na na na na na na na na na na na na na na na na na na na na na na, oh no, na na na na na na na na na na na na na na...