I was t hinkin' of a series of d reams
Where n othing comes up to the top
Ev erything stays down where it's wo unded
And comes to a permanent s top
Wasn't th inking of anything specific
Like in a dream when someone wakes up and sc reams
N othing too very scientific
Just thinkin 'of a series of dre ams
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
D reams where the umbrella is fo lded
And i nto t he path you are hurl ed
And the c ards are no good that you're ho ldin'
Unless they're from another wo rld
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
I'd already gone the distance
Just thinkin' of a series of dr eams
Just thinkin'o f a series of dr eams
Just thinkin' of a series of dr eams