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Waiting In The -Eagles

It's on the end of August.
Another summer's almost gone.
And thought I some wise men say that every dog will have his day,
He never mentioned that dog days get so long.

I know when I realized the dream was over.
Well, there was no particular hour, no day.
You know it go down in flames,
There was no scene, no frozen frame,
I watched it slowly fade away.

And been waiting in the weeds,
Waiting for my time to come again.
And is floating on the breeze,
my soul high up above the ground.
And been keeping to myself,
Knowing that the are slowly changing.
Even know you're somebody else,
never love 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 I've been in the weeds,
Waiting for the dust to down.
Along the back roads, through the fields,
Lying on the outskirts of lonesome town.
And I imagine sunlight in hair, you're at the county fair,
You're hands and laughing,
And now the Ferris has stopped,
You're on the top, suspended 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 what a mess making.

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

And I've been in the weeds,
Waiting for the summer to fall.
Upon the birds, scattering the seeds,
the calling of the
Tide's tune, the phases of the moon,
The of the heart, the egg and dart.
A small gray spinning in the dark,
In spite of all the times the web is apart.

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 been to myself,
Knowing that the are slowly changing.
Even you're with somebody else,
He'll never you like I do.