Bob Dylan's Dream

While riding on a train goin' west

I feel asleep for take my a rest

I dreamed a dream that make me sad

Concerning myself and the first few friends I had.

With half-damp eyes I stared to the room

Where my friends and I spent many an afternoon

Where we together weathered many a storm

Laughin' and singing 'till the early hours of the morn'.

By the old wooden stove where our hats was hung

Our words were told, our songs were songs

Where we longed for nothin' and were satisfied

Joking and talking about the world outside.

With haunted hearts through the heat and cold

We never thought we could ever get very old

We thought we could sit forever in fun

Our chances really was a million to one.

As easy it was to tell black from white

It was all that easy to tell wrong from right

And our choices they were few and the thought never hit

That the one road we traveled would ever shatter and split.

How many a year has passed and gone

Many a gamble has been lost and won

And many a road taken by many a first friend

And each one I've never seen again.

I wish, I wish, I wish in vain

That we could sit simply in that room again

Ten thousand dollars at the drop of a hat

I'd give it all gladly if our lives could be like that.