Bob Dylan's Dream

While ridin' on a train goin' West
I feel asleep for to take my rest
I dreamed a dream that me sad
Concerning myself and the first few friends I had
With half-damp eyes I stared into the room
Where my friends and I’d spent many an afternoon
Where we longed for nothing and were satisfied
Jokin' and a-talkin' about the world outside
By the old wooden stove our hats was hung
Our words was told and our songs were sung
We thought we could sit forever in fun
But 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 the choices were few so the thought never hit
That one road we travelled would ever shatter or split
I wish, I wish in vain
We could sit simply in that room again
A thousand dollars at the drop of a hat
I’d give it all gladly if out lives could be like that