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 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 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 