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Waiting In The -Eagles

coming on the end of August.
Another promise almost gone.
And thought I heard wise men say that every dog will have his day,
He never mentioned that dog days get so long.

I don't know when I realized the was over.
Well, there was no hour, no given day.
You it didn't go down in flames,
There was no scene, no frozen frame,
I just watched it fade away.

And I've waiting in the weeds,
Waiting for my to come around again.
And hope is on the breeze,
Carrying my soul high up the ground.
And been keeping to myself,
Knowing the seasons are slowly changing.
know you're with somebody else,
He'll never love you I do.

I've been biding with the crows and sparrows,
While prance and strut up on the stage.
If finding love is a dance, proximity and chance,
You excuse me if I skip the masquerade.

And I've waiting in the weeds,
Waiting for the dust to down.
Along the roads, running through the fields,
on the outskirts of this lonesome town.
And I imagine in your hair, you're at the county fair,
You're hands and laughing,
And now the Ferris has stopped,
swinging on the top, suspended there with him,
And the darling of the chic, playboy of the week,
The flavor of the week is melting your pretty summer dress, baby what a mess you're making.

I've been stumbling though dark places,
And I'm the cloud.
I know I've fallen out of your graces
It's all now.

And I've waiting in the weeds,
Waiting for the rain to fall.
the wild birds, scattering the seeds,
Answering the of the
Tide's tune, the phases of the moon,
The of the heart, the egg and dart.
A small gray spinning in the dark,
In spite of all the times the web is apart.

And been waiting in the weeds,
Waiting for my time to around again.
And hope is on the breeze,
Carrying my soul up above the ground.
And been keeping to myself,
Knowing that the are slowly changing.
know you're with somebody else,
He'll never you like I do.