Waiting In the Weeds

I’m glad we have poets and such. There are times they say it better than anyone else.

“It’s comin’ on the end of August
Another summer’s promise almost gone
And though I heard a 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
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
Hope is floating on the breeze, carrying my soul high up above the ground
I’ve been keeping to myself
Knowing that the seasons are slowly changing you
And though you’re with somebody else-he’ll never love you like I do

I’ve been biding time with 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-your’e 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, but I’m following the plough
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 wilds 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.”
–Don Henley, Steuart Smith, From the Eagles' LONG ROAD OUT OF EDEN

Yeah. It’s like that.