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Waiting In The Weeds

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

I don't know 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 slowly away.

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

I've been 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 excuse me if I 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 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, suspended with him,
And he's the of the chic, playboy of the week,
The flavor of the week is melting down pretty summer dress, baby what a mess you're making.

I've been stumbling though some places,
And I'm the cloud.
I know 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 birds, scattering the seeds,
Answering the of the
Tide's tune, the phases 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 time to around again.
And hope is on the breeze,
Carrying my soul high up the ground.
And I've been to myself,
Knowing the seasons are slowly changing.
know you're with somebody else,
He'll never you like I do.