Though I heard some wise man say
That every dog will have his day
He never mentioned that these dog days get so long
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
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