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 in the weeds)
Waiting for the time to come around again
And hope is floating on the breeze (floating on the breeze)
Carrying my soul high up above the ground
And I've been keeping to myself (keeping to myself)
Knowing that the seasons are slowly changing
Even though you're with somebody else (with somebody else)
He'll never love you like I do