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.