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Waiting In The -Eagles

coming 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 mentioned that these dog 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,
There was no scene, no frozen frame,
I just watched it fade away.

And been 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 been to myself,
Knowing the seasons are slowly changing.
Even know with somebody else,
He'll love you like I do.

been biding time with the crows and sparrows,
While peacocks 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 waiting in the weeds,
Waiting for the dust to 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 holding and laughing,
And now the Ferris has stopped,
You're swinging on the top, there with him,
And he's the of the chic, playboy of the week,
The flavor of the week is melting down your pretty summer dress, baby a mess you're making.

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

And been waiting in the weeds,
for the summer rain to fall.
Upon the wild birds, the seeds,
the calling of the
Tide's tune, the phases 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 I've waiting in the weeds,
Waiting for my time to 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.
Even you're with somebody else,
He'll never you like I do.