I dreamed Bob Dylan was a friend of mine
I dreamed 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
Never mentioned my collection of his albums
I never bothered him with intrusive questions
I dreamed Bob Dylan was a friend of mine
I dreamed Bob Dylan was a friend of mine
I dreamed Bob Dylan was a friend of mine
I dreamed Bob Dylan was a friend of mine
He had 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 control cars in toy departments
We never talked about playing music
I dreamed Bob Dylan was a friend of mine
I dreamed Bob Dylan was a friend of mine
I dreamed Bob Dylan was a friend of mine
I dreamed Bob Dylan was a friend of mine