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