august clown - Gregory Alan Isakov

August clown’s a saint

And I just figured out why

I’ve been walking through the sand

With just you on my mind

And all that’s left of the summer sky

Is the moment you’re flying by

There’s things a boy can never tell

Know you by your hands too well (2x)

Damn you from this wretched boy

You’ve stolen more than sleep and joy

An' I’m goin' back where I belong

Where the time is right and straight and slow

Going back where I belong

Just to watch them thistles grow

August skin’s left golden brown

And I’ve seen too much of this lonely town

Too much thinking walking 'round

Too much talking August clown (2x)

Damn you from this wretched boy

You’ve stolen more than sleep and joy

I’m going back where I belong

Where the time is straight and right and slow

Going back where I belong

Just to watch them thistles grow…