Bob Dylan
I was thinkin' of a series of dreams
Where nothing comes up to the top
Everything stays down where it's rooted
And comes to a permanent stop
Wasn't thinking of anything specific
Like in a dream where someone wakes up and screams
Nothin' too very scientific
Just thinkin' of a series of dreams.
Thinking of a series of dreams
Where the time and the tempo drag
And there's no exit in any direction
'Cept the one that you can't see with your eyes
Wasn't making any great connection
Wasn't fallin' for any intricate schemes
Nothin' that would pass inspection
I'm just thinkin' of a series of dreams.
Dreams where the umbrella is open
And into the path you are hurled
And the times are no good that you're hopin'
Unless they're comin' from another world.
In one, the surface was frozen
In another, I witnessed a crime
In one I was runnin', and in another
All I seemed to be doin' was climb
Wasn't lookin' for any special assistance
Nor goin' to any great extremes
I'd already gone the distance
Just thinkin' of a series of dreams.
Dreams where the umbrella is open
And into the path you are hurled
And the times are no good that you're hopin'
Unless they're comin' from other world.
I'd already gone the distance
Just thinkin' of a series of dreams.
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