Cried
Like a Baby
I'm Still Looking for the Right Girl
Wherefore and Why
August
Is Anybody There?
Love's Been Good to Me
The Drum
I Think I'm Gonna Be Alright
Step My Way
Bubble Gum and Braces
Maybe You Know Something
I Don't Know
I'm in a Tree |
Here I sit in my
lonely room touching everything she touched
I'm a poet without a tune, a painter without a brush
Everyone calls her August, but I call her mine
Though I need her and want her so, to myself I'm only lyin'
Because I know she belongs to him
And I will never see her again
She left along with the summer wind
And the scatterin' dust
August
We lived and died together, of time we never kept track
I knew I'd love her forever but soon he'd be comin' back
And now I feel her here deep inside
The warm and innocent, sweet surprise
That comes but once in each of our lives
So remember I must
August
August, if you can hear me now
Girl whatever you do
Know you're always near me now
And I'll always love you
So here I sit in my lonely room, touching everything she touched
I'm a poet without a tune, a painter without a brush
And now when winter snow starts to fall
I reach for her and then I recall
She left along with the summer wind
And the scatterin' dust
August
August |
