Bob Dylan Dream

I dream Bob Dylan
Was a friend of mine...

He was the owner of the house
In which together we all lived,
He slept
Between me and my wife in bed,
Oh, the roof leaked in the kitchen,
I never mentioned
My collection of his albums,
I never bothered him
With intrusive questions...

I dream Bob Dylan
Was a friend of mine...

He got a warm sense of humor,
He was outgoing like my wife,
We'd hang out late into the night,
Smoking joints and drinking wine,
We'd go thrift store shopping
For vintage electronics,
Race remote cars in toy departments,
We'd never talk about playing music...

I dream Bob Dylan
Was a friend of mine...