Waiting In The Weeds
Ton : GbCapo 1English
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E9 : 022033
C9 : X32033
IG9t's coming on the end of AE9ugust
AG9nother summer's promise almost gE9one
And thought I hC9eard some wise men say that every dG9og will have his day
He never mFentioned that these dog days get so lAmong D
I don't know wG9hen I realized the dream was oE9ver
Well there was nG9o particular hour no given dE9ay
You know it dC9idn't go down in flame there was no fG9inal scene no frozen frame
IF just watched it slowly fade awAmay D
And IEm've been waiting in the wGeeds
Waiting for my tAmime to come arCound agDain
And hEmope is floating on the bGreeze
Carrying my sAmoul high up abCove the gDround
And IEm've been keeping to mysGelf
Knowing that the sAmeasons are slCowly cDhanging
yEmou and though you're with somebody eGlse
He'll never love you lAmike I do C D
IG9've been biding time with crows and spE9arrows
While pG9eacocks prance and strut upon the stE9age.
If finding lC9ove is just a dance pG9roximity and chance
You will excFuse me if I skip the masquerAmade. D
And IEm've been waiting in the wGeeds
Waiting for the dAmust to settle dCown
AlDong the bEmack roads running through the fGields
Lying on the oAmutskirts of this lConesome tDown
And I iEmmagine sunlight in your hGair
you're at the county fAmair You're holding hCands and lDaughing
And nEmow the Ferris Wheel has stGopped
You're swinging on the tBmop suspended tF#here with him
And hGe's the darling of the cDhic the flavor of the wBmeek
Is mF#elting dGown your pretty summer dDress baby what a mBmess you're mF#aking
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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
A small gray spider spinning in the dark
In spite of all the times the web is torn apart.