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Waiting In The -Eagles

It's on the end of August.
Another promise almost gone.
And thought I some wise men say that every dog will have his day,
He never that these dog days get so long.

I don't know when I realized the was over.
Well, there was no hour, no given day.
You know it go down in flames,
There was no final scene, no frame,
I just watched it fade away.

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

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

And I've been in the weeds,
Waiting for the to settle down.
Along the roads, running through the fields,
Lying on the of this lonesome town.
And I imagine sunlight in your hair, at the county fair,
You're hands and laughing,
And now the Ferris has stopped,
You're 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 your pretty summer dress, baby what a mess you're making.

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

And I've been in the weeds,
Waiting for the rain to fall.
Upon the wild birds, the seeds,
Answering the 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 times the web is apart.

And been waiting in the weeds,
for my time to come around again.
And hope is on the breeze,
my soul high up above the ground.
And I've keeping to myself,
that the seasons are slowly changing.
Even know you're somebody else,
He'll never you like I do.