Tune yourself

It's comin' 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









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 keepin' to myself




Knowin' 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 sheik




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









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 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 keepinl to myself




Knowing that the seasons are slowly changing




Even though you're with somebody else




He'll never love you like I do









- The Eagles. The best band.