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 where our hats was hung Our words were told, our songs were sung Where we longed for nothin’ and were quite satisfied Talkin’ and a-jokin’ about the world outside With haunted hearts through the heat and cold We never thought we could ever get old 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