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Waiting In The -Eagles

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

I don't know I realized the dream was over.
Well, was no particular hour, no given day.
You know it didn't go in flames,
was no final scene, no frozen frame,
I just watched it slowly away.

And I've waiting in the weeds,
for my time to come around again.
And is floating on the breeze,
my soul high up above the ground.
And I've keeping to myself,
that the seasons are slowly changing.
Even you're with somebody else,
never love you like I do.

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

And I've waiting in the weeds,
Waiting for the dust to down.
Along the back roads, running the fields,
Lying on the outskirts of lonesome town.
And I imagine sunlight in hair, you're at the county fair,
You're hands and laughing,
And now the Wheel has stopped,
You're swinging on the top, there with him,
And the darling of the chic, playboy of the week,
The flavor of the week is melting down your 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 good graces
all right now.

And I've been in the weeds,
Waiting for the summer to fall.
the wild birds, scattering the seeds,
Answering the of the
Eternal tune, the phases of the moon,
The of the heart, the egg and dart.
A gray spider spinning in the dark,
In spite of all the the web is torn apart.

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