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
Down in the town of Huntington
Searching for Bob Dylan
Lookin out my window
Blonde on Blonde is playin
Payin close attention
To all the words he's sayin
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
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Lyrics submitted by twentyseven.