Crows Counting August And Everything After Lyrics

August And Everything After Lyrics

I was down at the New Amsterdam staring at this yellow-haired girl 

 Mr. Jones strikes up a conversation with this black-haired flamenco 

 dancer 

 She dances while his father plays guitar 

 She's suddenly beautiful 

 We all want something beautiful 

 I wish I was beautiful 

 So come dance this silence down through the morning 

 Cut up, Maria! 

 Show me some of them Spanish dances 

 Pass me a bottle, Mr. Jones 

 Believe in me 

 Help me believe in anything 

 Cause I want to be someone who believes 

 Mr. Jones and me tell each other fairy tales 

 Stare at the beautiful women 

 "She's looking at you. Ah no, no, she's looking at me." 

 Smiling in the bright lights 

 Coming through in stereo 

 When everybody loves you, you can never be lonely 

 I will paint my picture 

 Paint myself in blue and red and black and gray 

 All of the beautiful colors are very, very meaningful 

 Gray is my favorite color 

 I felt so symbolic, yesterday 

 If I knew Picasso 

 I would buy myself a gray guitar and play 

 Mr. Jones and me look into the future 

 Stare at the beautiful women 

 "She's looking at you. Uh, I don't think so. She's looking at me." 

 Standing in the spotlight 

 I bought myself a gray guitar 

 When everybody loves me I will never be lonely 

 I will never be lonely 

 Said I never gonna be..lonely 

 I wanna to be a lion 

 Everybody wants to pass as cats 

 We all want to be big, big stars, but we got different reasons for 

 that 

 Believe in me, because I don't believe in anything 

 And I want to be someone to believe, to believe 

 Mr. Jones and me stumbling through the barrio 

 Yeah we stare at the beautiful women 

 "She's perfect for you, man, there's got to be somebody for me." 

 I want to be Bob Dylan 

 Mr. Jones wishes he was someone just a little more funky 

 When everybody loves you, son, that's just about as funky as you can 

 be 

 Mr. Jones and me staring at the video 

 When I look at the television I want to see me staring right back at 

 me 

 We all want to be big stars, but we don't know why and we don't know 

 how 

 But when everybody loves me 

 I'm going to be just about as happy as I can be 

 Mr. Jones and me: we're gonna be big stars