Well at night he sits alone
and he's looking at the stars
He listens to them playing guitars
Him and Filt go back a long, way
They talked about marching and dying
All in one day they play songs together
They sit up past the door
Well I wonder why his dream goes on
but he's got stories to tell
Our hero sits and listens
Well Bob used it on Hollis Brown but that
When is this dream gonna stop?
Then our hero picks up his guitar
To play the only tune he knows
He played it to me once, he said
And then he sings, one time
He sings, this is the only thing
Keeps me golden, retains my sanity
when there's just billows
Bob Dylan, Steve Goodman,
And me, and me Stevie died
But only to the papers that live outside
Last Thursday they were in
The three of them making jokes
about the meager old bits
And Steve and David smile
He wonders about that dream
just cause they always do
and it's his fa vourite song
but he plays it all wrong
And Steve harmonises like he
And David just sits and look
Well, then the time comes round again,
they all sit and listen to our hero play
you've heard it all before,
but they like it, so they shout encore
he's a dreamer, he's lost time
This is the only thing that
keeps me go ing, retains my sanity
Bill Oaks, Bob Dylan, Steve Goodman,
David Blue, and me, and me.
Steve Goodman, David Blue, and me.
