La Respuesta Esta En El Tiempo

Hundreds of miles from my city to your city
the shadow of my boots says it's twelve o'clock
and I have a reservation at a mediocre hotel
because from its windows I see your window
I know what I want, I know it's you and that I don't have you right
the answer is in time just like winter
I see that your streets are freshly ironed
with perfect fists and a fabric softener smell
the junk food is five-star
and the car horns play Beethoven chords
I know what I want, I know it's you and that I don't have you right
the answer is in time just like winter
I found a park very close to your house
with wooden benches as soft as pillows
I'm willing to live the rest of my life in a Dylan song
even if you don't ask me
I know what I'm losing, it's always you
the one I don't have
a question will keep fucking around in the wind
will keep fucking around in the wind
will keep...