Waiting In The Weeds by Eagles
Key: GG | Capo: 1fr |  Left-Handed 

    


G9                        E9
It's coming on the end of August
G9                              E9
Another summer's promise almost gone
              C9                                 G9
And thought I heard some wise men say that every dog will have his day
         F                                    Am      D
He never mentioned that these dog days get so long
             G9                            E9
I don't know when I realized the dream was over
                G9                           E9
Well, there was no particular hour, no given day
            C9                                    G9
You know it didn't go down in flame, there was no final scene, no frozen frame
F                              Am      D
I just watched it slowly fade away
Chorus:
 
    Em                       G
And I've been waiting in the weeds
               Am            C      D
Waiting for my time to come around again
    Em                      G
And hope is floating on the breeze
            Am            C        D
Carrying my soul high up above the ground
    Em                     G
And I've been keeping to myself,
                 Am           C     D
Knowing that the seasons are slowly changing 
Em                                  G
you and though you're with somebody else
                     Am             C      D
He'll never love you like I do 
 
G9                                    E9
I've been biding time with crows and sparrows,
      G9                                  E9
While peacocks prance and strut upon the stage.
           C9                    G9
If finding love is just a dance, proximity and chance
           F                           Am      D
You will excuse me if I skip the masquerade.
    Em                       G
And I've been waiting in the weeds,
                Am             C   
Waiting for the dust to settle down 
 D        Em                              G
Along the back roads, running through the fields
             Am                C        D
Lying on the outskirts of this lonesome town
      Em                       G
And I imagine sunlight in your hair
                     Am                   C         D
you're at the county fair, You're holding hands and laughing
    Em                        G
And now the Ferris Wheel has stopped,
                       Bm             F#
You're swinging on the top, suspended there with him
    G                       D                       Bm
And he's the darling of the chic, the flavor of the week
   F#      G                       D                  Bm          F#
Is melting down your pretty summer dress, baby what a mess you're making
 
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.