Eagles Waiting on the weeds Tabbed by Rafael Pascual (Valencia, Spain) Tempo 91, Capo I G5 E5 It's coming on the end of August G5 E5 Another summer's promise almost gone C5 G5 And thought I heard some wise men say that every dog will have his day F5 A5 D5 He never mentioned that these dog days get so long G5 E5 I don't know when I realized the dream was over G5 E5 Well, there was no particular hour, no given day C5 G5 You know it didn't go down in flame, there was no final scene, no frozen frame F5 A5 D5 I just watched it slowly fade away Chorus: E5 G5 And I've been waiting in the weeds A5 C5 D5 Waiting for my time to come around again E5 G5 And hope is floating on the breeze A5 C5 D5 Carrying my soul high up above the ground E5 G5 And I've been keeping to myself, A5 C5 D5 Knowing that the seasons are slowly changing E5 G5 you and though you're with somebody else A5 C5 D5 He'll never love you like I do G5 E5 I've been biding time with crows and sparrows, G5 E5 While peacocks prance and strut upon the stage. C5 G5 If finding love is just a dance, proximity and chance F5 A5 D5 You will excuse me if I skip the masquerade. E5 G5 And I've been waiting in the weeds, A5 C5 Waiting for the dust to settle down D5 E5 G5 Along the back roads, running through the fields A5 C5 D5 Lying on the outskirts of this lonesome town E5 G5 And I imagine sunlight in your hair A5 C5 D5 you're at the county fair, You're holding hands and laughing E5 G5 And now the Ferris Wheel has stopped, B5 F#5 You're swinging on the top, suspended there with him G5 D5 B5 And he's the darling of the chic, the flavor of the week F#5 G5 D5 B5 F#5 Is melting down your pretty summer dress, baby what a mess you're making Ocultar Solos (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.