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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 men say that every dog will have his day,
He never that these dog days get so long.

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

And I've 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 keeping to myself,
Knowing that the seasons are changing.
know you're with somebody else,
He'll never love you I do.

I've biding time 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,
Lying on the outskirts of this 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 summer dress, what 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
It's all now.

And I've been in the weeds,
Waiting for the summer 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 gray spider spinning in the dark,
In spite of all the the web is torn apart.

And I've 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 been to myself,
Knowing the seasons are slowly changing.
Even know you're somebody else,
He'll never you like I do.