Series Of Dreams lyrics

by Bob Dylan

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

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