Waiting in the Weeds

Eagles

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publisher: ©Warner/Chappell Music, Inc., Universal Music Publishing Group, Alfred
writers: Don Henley, Steuart Smith
album: Track in album Long Road Out of Eden
release date: 2007-10-29
popularity : 9 users have visited this page.
genres: Rock
styles: Blues Rock/Country Rock/Classic Rock/Pop Rock/Soft Rock
length: 7:47
writer: Don Henley, Steuart Smith

Album Information

label: Universal Music UK
country(area): United Kingdom
format: CD
barcode: 602517494060
script: Latin

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Eagles Long Road Out of Eden cover art

Lyrics

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It's coming on the end of August.
And thought I heard some wise men say that every dog will have his day,

Well, there was no particular hour, no given day.
There was no final scene, no frozen frame,

Waiting for my time to come around again.
Carrying my soul high up above the ground.
Knowing that the seasons are slowly changing.
He'll never love you like I do.
I've been biding time with the crows and sparrows,
If finding love is just a dance, proximity and chance,

Waiting for the dust to settle down.
Lying on the outskirts of this lonesome town.
You're holding hands and laughing,
You're swinging on the top, suspended there with him,
The flavor of the week is melting down your pretty summer dress, baby what a mess you're making.
I've been stumbling though some dark places,
I know I've fallen out of your good graces

Waiting for the summer rain to fall.
Answering the calling of the
The chambers of the heart, the egg and dart.
In spite of all the times the web is torn apart.
And I've been waiting in the weeds,
And hope is floating on the breeze,
And I've been keeping to myself,
Even know you're with somebody else,
It's coming on the end of August.
And thought I heard some wise men say that every dog will have his day,

Well, there was no particular hour, no given day.
There was no final scene, no frozen frame,

Waiting for my time to come around again.
Carrying my soul high up above the ground.
Knowing that the seasons are slowly changing.
He'll never love you like I do.
I've been biding time with the crows and sparrows,
If finding love is just a dance, proximity and chance,

Waiting for the dust to settle down.
Lying on the outskirts of this lonesome town.
You're holding hands and laughing,
You're swinging on the top, suspended there with him,
The flavor of the week is melting down your pretty summer dress, baby what a mess you're making.
I've been stumbling though some dark places,
I know I've fallen out of your good graces

Waiting for the summer rain to fall.
Answering the calling of the
The chambers of the heart, the egg and dart.
In spite of all the times the web is torn apart.
And I've been waiting in the weeds,
And hope is floating on the breeze,
And I've been keeping to myself,
Even know you're with somebody else,

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Track Listing


CD 1
  • 1 No More Walks in the Wood
  • 2 How Long
  • 3 Busy Being Fabulous
  • 4 What Do I Do With My Heart
  • 5 Guilty of the Crime
  • 6 I Don't Want to Hear Any More
  • 7 Waiting in the Weeds
  • 8 No More Cloudy Days
  • 9 Fast Company
  • 10 Do Something
  • 11 You Are Not Alone
    CD 2
  • 1 Long Road Out of Eden
  • 2 I Dreamed There Was No War
  • 3 Somebody
  • 4 Frail Grasp on the Big Picture
  • 5 Last Good Time in Town
  • 6 I Love to Watch a Woman Dance
  • 7 Business as Usual
  • 8 Center of the Universe
  • 9 It's Your World Now
  • 10 Hole in the World