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Waiting In The -Eagles

It's on the end of August.
Another promise almost gone.
And thought I heard wise men say that every dog will have his day,
He never mentioned 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 waiting in the weeds,
Waiting for my time to come again.
And hope is on the breeze,
Carrying my high up above the ground.
And been keeping to myself,
that the seasons are slowly changing.
Even know you're with else,
He'll never you like I do.

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

And been waiting in the weeds,
for the dust to settle down.
Along the back roads, running the fields,
Lying on the of this lonesome town.
And I imagine sunlight in hair, you're at the county fair,
holding hands and laughing,
And now the Wheel has stopped,
You're on the top, suspended there with him,
And the darling of the chic, playboy of the week,
The flavor of the is melting down your 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 out of your good graces
It's all now.

And I've waiting in the weeds,
Waiting for the 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 small spider spinning in the dark,
In of all the times the web is torn apart.

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