It's comin' 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// // And 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 keepin' to myself// Knowin' 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// 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 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 for the 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// - بوگی

#bogie_music - بوگی