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



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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
A small, gray spider spinning in the dark,
In spite of all the times the web is torn apart.