Verse
A9 F#9
It's coming on the end of August
A9 F#9
Another summer's promise almost gone
D9 A9
And thought I heard some wise men say that every dog will have his day
G Bm E
He never mentioned that these dog days get so long
A9 F#9
I don't know when I realized the dream was over
A9 F#9
Well, there was no particular hour, no given day
D9 A9
You know it didn't go down in flame, there was no final scene, no frozen frame
G Bm E
I just watched it slowly fade away
[Chorus]
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F#m A
And I've been waiting in the weeds
Bm D E
Waiting for my time to come around again
F#m A
And hope is floating on the breeze
Bm D E
Carrying my soul high up above the ground
F#m A
And I've been keeping to myself,
Bm D E
Knowing that the seasons are slowly changing
F#m A
you and though you're with somebody else
Bm D E
He'll never love you like I do
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[Verse]
A9 F#9
I've been biding time with crows and sparrows,
A9 F#9
While peacocks prance and strut upon the stage.
D9 A9
If finding love is just a dance, proximity and chance
G Bm E
You will excuse me if I skip the masquerade.
[Chorus]
F#m A
And I've been waiting in the weeds,
Bm D
Waiting for the dust to settle down
E F#m A
Along the back roads, running through the fields
Bm D E
Lying on the outskirts of this lonesome town
F#m A
And I imagine sunlight in your hair
Bm D E
you're at the county fair, You're holding hands and laughing
F#m A
And now the Ferris Wheel has stopped,
C#m G#
You're swinging on the top, suspended there with him
A E C#m
And he's the darling of the chic, the flavor of the week
G# A E C#m G#
Is melting down your pretty summer dress, baby what a mess you're making
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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
B small, gray spider spinning in the dark,
In spite of all the times the web is torn apart.