Searching for Bob Dylan

In the middle of the winter

The end is coming soon

I aint got time to sit around thinking about the moon

With all the thoughts I wonder and every drop of rain

I recognize the difference between a heartache and a brain

Well I aint got time left in me to sit here and complain

I may not like it where I am but I know its gonna change

A man out on a mission

Its only time Im killin

I'm Down in the town of Huntington

Searching for Bob Dylan

Lookin out my window

And Blonde on Blonde is playin

Payin close attention

To all the words he's sayin

And I turn another corner

Listenin to freewheelin'

It always seemed to echo all the ways im feelin

Well i aint got time for nothin

Just to sit around and stare

I heard it from a friend in a dream

That he would meet me there

Drivin thru the village

The cold air is chillin

Im down in the town of Huntington

Searching for Bob Dylan

All the people walkin

Down on Route 110

Thinkin to themselves out loud if I only knew then

But the world it tried to tell them and they didnt want to hear

Put it off for another day

And the day became a year

Now im sittin in my Honda

Feelin my stomach churn

Listening for the answers

And waiting for my turn

Well i aint got time for nothing

Just to sit around and curse

I know its getting better

Cause it cant get any worse

Time please come and find me

Lord knows that im willin

Ill be down in the town of Huntington

Searching for Bob Dylan