Bob Dylan's Dream (Bob Dylan)                         I'll never see again.                             
                                                                                                        
While riding on a train goin' west,  I fell           I wish, I wish, I wish in vain  that we could     
asleep for to take some rest. I dreamed a dream       sit simply in that room once again, Ten thousand  
that made me sad, Concerning myself and the           dollars at the drop of a hat, I'd give it all     
first few friends I had.                              gladly if our lives could be like that.           
                                                                                                        
With half damp eyes I stared into the room,                                                             
 Where my friends and I spent many an                                                                   
afternoon. Where we together weathered many a                                                           
storm, Laughin' and singin' 'til the early hours                                                        
of the morn.                                                                                            
                                                                                                        
By the old wooden stove where our hats were                                                             
hung,  Our words were told and our songs were                                                           
sung. Where we longed for nothing and were quite                                                        
satisfied Talkin' and jokin' about the wicked                                                           
world outside.                                                                                          
                                                                                                        
With haunted hearts through the heat and cold                                                           
 we never thought we could get very old. We                                                             
thought we could sit forever in fun, But our                                                            
chances really were a million to one.                                                                   
                                                                                                        
As easy it was to tell black from white,  it                                                            
was all that easy to tell wrong from right. Our                                                         
choices were few and the thought never hit That                                                         
the one road we travelled would ever shatter and                                                        
split.                                                                                                  
                                                                                                        
How many a year has passed and gone and many a                                                          
gamble has been lost and won And many a road                                                            
taken by many a friend, And each one of them