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Waiting In The -Eagles

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

I don't when I realized the dream was over.
Well, there was no particular hour, no day.
You know it didn't go 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 time to come again.
And hope is on the breeze,
Carrying my soul high up the ground.
And been keeping to myself,
Knowing that the seasons are changing.
Even know you're somebody else,
He'll love you like I do.

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

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

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

And been waiting in the weeds,
for the summer rain to fall.
Upon the wild birds, the seeds,
the calling of the
Tide's tune, the phases of the moon,
The of the heart, the egg and dart.
A small gray spider in the dark,
In spite of all the times the web is apart.

And I've waiting 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 been to myself,
Knowing that the seasons are changing.
Even know you're somebody else,
never love you like I do.