Nothing much is happening here I guess.
Bob Shelton is waiting for Jean.
The dogs are waiting to go out.
The theifs are waiting for an old lady.
Little kids are waiting for school.
The cop is waiting to beat up on someone.
Them lousy bums are waiting for money.
Grove Street is waiting for Bedford Street.
The dirty are waiting to be cleaned.
Everybody is waiting for cooler weather.
And I am just waiting for you.
— A letter from Bob Dylan to Suze Rotolo, A Freewheelin’ Time: A Memoir of Greenwich Village in the Sixties.