Текст песни Waiting In the Weeds - Eagles
                                                It's 
                                                coming 
                                                on 
                                                the 
                                                end 
                                                of 
                                                August
 
                                    
                                
                                                Another 
                                                summer's 
                                                promise 
                                                almost 
                                                gone
 
                                    
                                
                                                And 
                                                though 
                                                    I 
                                                heard 
                                                some 
                                                wise 
                                                man 
                                                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
 
                                    
                                
                                                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
 
                                    
                                
                                                Even 
                                                though 
                                                you're 
                                                with 
                                                somebody 
                                                else
 
                                    
                                
                                                He'll 
                                                never 
                                                love 
                                                you 
                                                like 
                                                    I 
                                                do
 
                                    
                                
                                                I've 
                                                been 
                                                biding 
                                                time 
                                                with 
                                                the 
                                                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 
                                                through 
                                                some 
                                                dark 
                                                places
 
                                    
                                
                                                Now 
                                                I'm 
                                                following 
                                                the 
                                                plow
 
                                    
                                
                                                    I 
                                                know 
                                                I've 
                                                fallen 
                                                out 
                                                of 
                                                your 
                                                good 
                                                graces
 
                                    
                                
                                                It's 
                                                alright 
                                                now
 
                                    
                                
                                                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 
                                                ebb 
                                                and 
                                                dart 
                                                of 
                                                small 
                                                gray
 
                                    
                                
                                                Spiders 
                                                spinning 
                                                in 
                                                the 
                                                dark
 
                                    
                                
                                                In 
                                                spite 
                                                of 
                                                all 
                                                the 
                                                times 
                                                the 
                                                web 
                                                is 
                                                torn 
                                                apart
 
                                    
                                
                                                And 
                                                I've 
                                                been 
                                                waiting 
                                                in 
                                                the 
                                                weeds
 
                                    
                                
                                                Waiting 
                                                for 
                                                the 
                                                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
 
                                    
                                
                                                Even 
                                                though 
                                                you're 
                                                with 
                                                somebody 
                                                else
 
                                    
                                
                                                He'll 
                                                never 
                                                love 
                                                you 
                                                like 
                                                    I 
                                                do
 
                                    
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