Eagles Waiting on the weeds Tabbed by Rafael Pascual (Valencia, Spain) Tempo 91, Capo I G9 E9 It's coming on the end of August G9 E9 Another summer's promise almost gone C9 G9 And thought I heard some wise men say that every dog will have his day F Am D He never mentioned that these dog days get so long G9 E9 I don't know when I realized the dream was over G9 E9 Well, there was no particular hour, no given day C9 G9 You know it didn't go down in flame, there was no final scene, no frozen frame F Am D I just watched it slowly fade away Chorus: Em G And I've been waiting in the weeds Am C D Waiting for my time to come around again Em G And hope is floating on the breeze Am C D Carrying my soul high up above the ground Em G And I've been keeping to myself, Am C D Knowing that the seasons are slowly changing Em G you and though you're with somebody else Am C D He'll never love you like I do G9 E9 I've been biding time with crows and sparrows, G9 E9 While peacocks prance and strut upon the stage. C9 G9 If finding love is just a dance, proximity and chance F Am D You will excuse me if I skip the masquerade. Em G And I've been waiting in the weeds, Am C Waiting for the dust to settle down D Em G Along the back roads, running through the fields Am C D Lying on the outskirts of this lonesome town Em G And I imagine sunlight in your hair Am C D you're at the county fair, You're holding hands and laughing Em G And now the Ferris Wheel has stopped, Bm F# You're swinging on the top, suspended there with him G D Bm And he's the darling of the chic, the flavor of the week F# G D Bm F# Is melting down your pretty summer dress, baby what a mess you're making Invisible (Tab) Bridge: | --2---0---0---0---2---0---0---0---2---0---0---0---2---0---0---0- | | 0---3-------3-------3-------3-------3-------3-------3-------3--- | | ----------------3---------------2---------------3--------------- | | ---------------------------------------------------------------- | | ---------------------------------------------------------------- | | ---------------------------------------------------------------- | 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.