Bob Dylan's dream
While riding on a train goin' westI feel asleep for take my a restI dreamed a dream that make me sadConcerning myself and the first few friends I had.
With half-damp eyes I stared to the roomWhere my friends and I spent many an afternoonWhere we together weathered many a stormLaughin' and singing 'till the early hours of the morn'.
By the old wooden stove where our hats was hungOur words were told, our songs were songsWhere we longed for nothin' and were satisfiedJoking and talking about the world outside.
With haunted hearts through the heat and coldWe never thought we could ever get very oldWe thought we could sit forever in funOur chances really was a million to one.
As easy it was to tell black from whiteIt was all that easy to tell wrong from rightAnd our choices they were few and the thought never hitThat the one road we traveled would ever shatter and split.
How many a year has passed and goneMany a gamble has been lost and wonAnd many a road taken by many a first friendAnd each one I've never seen again.
I wish, I wish, I wish in vainThat we could sit simply in that room againTen thousand dollars at the drop of a hatI'd give it all gladly if our lives could be like that.