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Waiting In The -Eagles

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

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

I've been biding time 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 I've waiting in the weeds,
Waiting for the to settle down.
the back roads, running through the fields,
Lying on the outskirts of lonesome town.
And I imagine sunlight in your hair, at the county fair,
You're hands and laughing,
And now the Wheel has stopped,
swinging on the top, suspended there with him,
And the darling of the chic, playboy of the week,
The flavor of the week is melting down your pretty summer dress, baby what a mess making.

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

And I've been 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 of all the times the web is torn apart.

And been waiting in the weeds,
Waiting for my time to come again.
And is floating on the breeze,
Carrying my soul high up the ground.
And been keeping to myself,
Knowing the seasons are slowly changing.
Even know you're with else,
He'll never love you I do.