(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...