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Waiting In The Weeds

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

I know when I realized the dream was over.
Well, there was no particular hour, no day.
You know it didn't go in flames,
was no final scene, no frozen frame,
I watched it slowly 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 up above the ground.
And I've keeping to myself,
that the seasons are slowly changing.
Even know you're with else,
He'll never 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,
Waiting for the dust to down.
the back roads, running through the fields,
Lying on the outskirts of this town.
And I imagine sunlight in your hair, you're at the fair,
You're hands and laughing,
And now the Wheel 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 dress, baby 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 good
It's all now.

And been waiting in the weeds,
for the summer rain to fall.
Upon the birds, scattering 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 I've waiting in the weeds,
Waiting for my time to around again.
And hope is on the breeze,
Carrying my soul high up the ground.
And I've been to myself,
Knowing that the are slowly changing.
know you're with somebody else,
He'll never love you I do.