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Waiting In The Weeds

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 dog days get so long.

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

And I've been in the weeds,
Waiting for my time to around again.
And is floating on the breeze,
Carrying my soul up above the ground.
And I've been to myself,
Knowing that the seasons are changing.
Even know you're somebody else,
He'll never love you I do.

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

And I've been in the weeds,
Waiting for the to settle down.
Along the back roads, running the fields,
Lying on the of this 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 he's the darling of the chic, of the week,
The flavor of the week is melting down your pretty summer dress, baby a mess you're making.

I've been stumbling though some places,
And I'm the cloud.
I know fallen out of your good 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 Eternal tune, the of the moon,
The of the heart, the egg and dart.
A small spider spinning in the dark,
In spite of all the the web is torn apart.

And been waiting in the weeds,
for my time to come around again.
And is floating on the breeze,
Carrying my soul up above the ground.
And I've been to myself,
that the seasons are slowly changing.
Even know you're somebody else,
He'll love you like I do.