Thinkin' of a series of dreams Where the time and the tempo drag (fly)* 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
CHORUS:
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
In one, the surface was frozen In another, I witnessed a crime 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
CHORUS
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
NOTE: I saw one version of lyrics that had "fly" instead of "drag". Fly would make it rhyme, but Dylan obviously says drag. FROM: The Bootleg Series 1-3, this song recorded 1989.