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Waiting In The -Eagles

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

I know when I realized the dream 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 been in the weeds,
Waiting for my time to come again.
And is floating on the breeze,
my soul high up above the ground.
And been keeping to myself,
Knowing the seasons are slowly changing.
Even you're with somebody else,
never love you like I do.

I've been time with the crows and sparrows,
While peacocks prance and up on the stage.
If finding is just a dance, proximity and chance,
You will me if I skip the masquerade.

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

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

And been waiting in the weeds,
Waiting for the rain to fall.
the wild birds, scattering the seeds,
Answering the of the
Tide's Eternal tune, the 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 I've been in the weeds,
Waiting for my time to around again.
And is floating on the breeze,
Carrying my high up above the ground.
And I've keeping to myself,
Knowing that the are slowly changing.
Even know you're somebody else,
He'll never love you I do.