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Waiting In The Weeds

coming on the end of August.
Another promise almost gone.
And thought I heard some wise men say 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 know it go down in flames,
was no final scene, no frozen frame,
I just watched it fade away.

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

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

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

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

And I've waiting in the weeds,
Waiting for the rain to fall.
the wild birds, scattering the seeds,
Answering the of the
Tide's Eternal tune, the of the moon,
The of the heart, the egg and dart.
A small gray spider in the dark,
In spite of all the the web is torn apart.

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