Series Of Dreams

Bob Dylan

1. I was thinkin' of a series of dreams
   Where nothing comes up to the top
   Everything stays down where it's wounded
   And comes to a permanent stop
   Wasn't thinking of anything specific
   Like in a dream when someone wakes up and screams
   Nothing too very scientific
   Just thinkin' of a series of dreams

2. Thinkin' of a series of dreams
   Where the time and the tempo drag   
   And there's no exit in any direction
   Except the one that you can't see with your eyes
   Wasn't makin' and great connection
   Wasn't fallin' for any intricate scheme
   Nothing that would pass inspection
   I's just thinkin' of a series of dreams

R: 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

3. In one, the surface was frozen
   In one, I was running, and in another
   All I seemed to be doing was climb
   Wasn't lookin' for any special assistance
   Not going through any great extremes
   I'd already gone the distance
   Just thinkin' of a series of dreams

R: Dreams where the umbrella is folded...


*: I'd already gone the distance
   Just thinkin' of a series of dreams,
   Just thinkin' of a series of dreams
   Just thinkin' of a series of dreams