Bob Dylan's Dream

While riding on a train goin' west

I fell asleep for to take my rest

I dreamed a dream that made 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 singin' till the early hours of the morn

By the old wooden stove our hats was hung

Our words was told, our songs was sung

Where we longed for nothin' and were satisfied

Jokin' and talkin' about the world outside

With hungry hearts through the heat and cold

We never much thought we could get very old

We thought we could sit forever in fun

And 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 there was few

So the thought never hit

At the one road we travelled, we ever shatter or 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