Accords :
G9 : 320033
E9 : 022033
C9 : X32033
I t's coming on the end of A ugust
A nother summer's promise almost g one
And thought I h eard some wise men say that every d og will have his day
He never m entioned that these dog days get so l ong
I don't know w hen I realized the dream was o ver
Well there was n o particular hour no given d ay
You know it d idn't go down in flame there was no f inal scene no frozen frame
I just watched it slowly fade aw ay
And I 've been waiting in the w eeds
Waiting for my t ime to come ar ound ag ain
And h ope is floating on the b reeze
Carrying my s oul high up ab ove the g round
And I 've been keeping to mys elf
Knowing that the s easons are sl owly c hanging
y ou and though you're with somebody e lse
He'll never love you l ike I do
I 've been biding time with crows and sp arrows
While p eacocks prance and strut upon the st age.
If finding l ove is just a dance p roximity and chance
You will exc use me if I skip the masquer ade.
And I 've been waiting in the w eeds
Waiting for the d ust to settle d own
Al ong the b ack roads running through the f ields
Lying on the o utskirts of this l onesome t own
And I i magine sunlight in your h air
you're at the county f air You're holding h ands and l aughing
And n ow the Ferris Wheel has st opped
You're swinging on the t op suspended t here with him
And h e's the darling of the c hic the flavor of the w eek
Is m elting d own your pretty summer d ress baby what a m ess you're m 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.
