Series Of Dreams - Bob Dylan

    I's thinkin' of a series of dreams
    Where nothin' comes up to the top
    Everythin' stays down where it's wounded
    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.

    Thinkin' of a series of dreams
    Where the middle an' the bottom (.....?)
    An' you're walkin' out of the arkness
    An' into the shadows of doubt
    Wasn't goin' to any great chapel
    An' believe in that's whatever it seems
    Nothin' to heavy to pierce the bubble
    Just thinkin' of a series of dreams. 

    Thinkin' of a series of dreams
    Where the time and the tempo fly
    Suddenly the gate is thrown open
    An' you're left there holdin' the bag
    Wasn't makin' any great connection
    Wasn't fallin' for any intricate scheme
    Nothin' that would pass inspection
    I's just thinkin' of a series of dreams.

    Dreams where the umbrella is folded
    And into the path you are hurled
    And the cards are no good that you're holdin'
    Unless they're from another world.

    In one the surface was frozen In one were runnin'
    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 going through any great extremes
    I'd already gone the distance
    Just thinkin' of a series of dreams.

    Dreams where the umbrella is folded
    And into the path you are hurled
    And the cards are no good that you're holdin'
    Unless they're from another world

    I'd already gone the distance
    I's just thinkin' of a series of dreams
    Just thinkin' of a series of dreams
    Just thinkin' of a series of dreams.

     
     
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