Bob Dylan – Series Of Dreams Lyrics  Share

I was thinking 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 thinking of a series of dreams

Thinking of a series of dreams
Where the time and the tempo fly
And there^,s no exit in any direction
^,Cept the one that you can^,t see with your eyes
Wasn^,t making any great connection
Wasn^,t falling for any intricate scheme
Nothing that would pass inspection
Just thinking of a series of dreams
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Dreams where the umbrella is folded
Into the path you are hurled
And the cards are no good that you^,re holding
Unless they^,re from another world

In one, numbers were burning
In another, I witnessed a crime
In one, I was running, and in another
All I seemed to be doing was climb
Wasn^,t looking for any special assistance
Not going to any great extremes
I^,d already gone the distance
Just thinking of a series of dreams
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