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Waiting In The -Eagles

It's on the end of August.
Another summer's almost gone.
And thought I heard some wise men say 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 scene, no frozen frame,
I just watched it fade away.

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

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

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

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

And been waiting in the weeds,
Waiting for the summer to fall.
Upon the wild birds, 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,
Waiting for my to come around again.
And hope is on the breeze,
Carrying my soul up above the ground.
And I've been to myself,
Knowing the seasons are slowly changing.
Even know you're somebody else,
He'll never you like I do.