Bob Dylan Dream

I dream Bob Dylan was a friend of mine [x2] 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 I never mentioned my collection of his albums I never bothered him with intrusive questions I dream Bob Dylan was a friend of mine [x4] He got 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 cars in toy departments We'd never talk about playing music I dream Bob Dylan was a friend of mine [x4]