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Waiting In The -Eagles

It's on the end of August.
summer's promise almost gone.
And thought I heard some wise men say that dog will have his day,
He never mentioned 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,
was no final scene, no frozen frame,
I just it slowly fade away.

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 keeping to myself,
Knowing that the are slowly changing.
Even know with somebody else,
He'll never you like I do.

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

And been waiting in the weeds,
for the dust to settle down.
Along the back roads, running the fields,
on the outskirts of this lonesome town.
And I imagine in your hair, you're at the county fair,
holding hands and laughing,
And now the Ferris has stopped,
You're swinging on the top, suspended with him,
And he's the 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.

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

And been waiting in the weeds,
for the summer rain to fall.
Upon the birds, scattering the seeds,
Answering the of the
Tide's Eternal tune, the of the moon,
The of the heart, the egg and dart.
A small gray spinning in the dark,
In spite of all the the web is torn apart.

And I've been in the weeds,
Waiting for my to come around again.
And hope is on the breeze,
Carrying my soul high up the ground.
And I've been to myself,
that the seasons are slowly changing.
Even know with somebody else,
He'll never love you I do.