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Waiting In The Weeds



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Waiting In The Weeds
Eagles
Eagles
Waiting in the weeds

Tabbed by Rafael Pascual (Valencia, Spain)

Tempo 91, Capo I

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

I don't know when I realized the dream was over
Well, there was no particular hour, no given day
You know it didn't go down in flame, there was no final scene, no frozen frame
I just watched it slowly fade away

And I've been waiting in the weeds
Waiting for my time to come around again
And hope is floating on the breeze
Carrying my soul high up above the ground

And I've been keeping to myself,
Knowing that the seasons are slowly changing 
you and though you're with somebody else
He'll never love you like I do 

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

And I've been waiting in the weeds,
Waiting for the dust to settle down 
Along the back roads, running through the fields
Lying on the outskirts of this lonesome town

And I imagine sunlight in your hair
you're at the county fair, You're holding hands and laughing
And now the Ferris Wheel has stopped,
You're swinging on the top, suspended there with him
And he's the darling of the chic, the flavor of the week
Is melting down your pretty summer dress, baby what a mess you're making

Bridge:

I've been stumbling though some dark places
But I'm following the plow
I know I've fallen out of your good graces
But it's all right now.

And I've been waiting in the weeds,
Waiting for the summer rain to fall
Upon the wild birds, scattering the seeds,
Answering the calling of the tide's eternal tune,
the phases of the moon, the chambers of the heart, the egg and dart
 small, gray spider spinning in the dark,
In spite of all the times the web is torn apart.
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