[Verse 1]
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
[Verse 2]
Thinking of a series of dreams
Where the time and the tempo drag
And there's no exit in any direction
'Cept the onе you can't see with your eyes
Wasn't making any great connеctions
Wasn't falling for any intricate schemes
No, nothing that would pass inspection
Just thinking of a series of dreams
[Chorus]
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
[Verse 3]
In one, the surface was frozen
In another one, I witnessed a crime
In one, I was running, and in another
All I seemed to be doing was climbing
Wasn't looking for any special assistance
Not going to any great extremes
I'd already, already gone the distance
Just thinking of a series of dreams
[Chorus]
Dreams where the umbrella is folded
Down into the path you are hurled
And the cards are no good that you're holding
Unless they're from another world
[Outro]
I'd already, already gone the distance
Just thinking of a series of dreams
Just thinking of a series of dreams
Series of Dreams was written by Bob Dylan.
Series of Dreams was produced by Sean O’Brien & Jesse Lauter.