Waiting in the Weeds

Accords : G9 : 320033 E9 : 022033 C9 : X32033 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 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.