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Waiting In The Weeds

It's on the end of August.
summer's promise almost gone.
And thought I heard some wise men say that every dog have his day,
He mentioned that these dog days get so long.

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

And I've waiting in the weeds,
Waiting for my to come around again.
And hope is on the breeze,
my soul high up above the ground.
And I've 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 prance and strut up on the stage.
If finding love is just a dance, and chance,
You will excuse me if I the masquerade.

And I've waiting in the weeds,
Waiting for the to settle down.
Along the roads, running through the fields,
Lying on the outskirts of lonesome town.
And I imagine sunlight in your hair, you're at the fair,
holding hands and laughing,
And now the Wheel has stopped,
You're 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, baby a mess you're making.

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

And I've waiting in the weeds,
Waiting for the summer to fall.
Upon the birds, scattering the seeds,
Answering the of the
Eternal 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 been waiting in the weeds,
for my time to come around again.
And is floating on the breeze,
Carrying my soul high up the ground.
And I've keeping to myself,
Knowing the seasons are slowly changing.
Even know with somebody else,
He'll never love you I do.