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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 men say that every dog will have his day,
He mentioned that these dog days get so long.

I don't when I realized the dream was over.
Well, there was no hour, no given day.
You it didn't go down in flames,
There was no 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 hope is on the breeze,
Carrying my soul high up the ground.
And been keeping to myself,
that the seasons are slowly changing.
Even know you're somebody else,
He'll love 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 will excuse me if I the masquerade.

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

I've been stumbling 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 times the web is apart.

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