Bob Dylan's Dream - Marley's Ghost

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