Photo 20 Jun 15 notes While riding on a train goin’ westI feel asleep for take my a restI dreamed a dream that make me sadConcerning myself and the first few friends I had.With half-damp eyes I stared to the roomWhere my friends and I spent many an afternoonWhere we together weathered many a stormLaughin’ and singing ‘till the early hours of the morn’.By the old wooden stove where our hats was hungOur words were told, our songs were songsWhere we longed for nothin’ and were satisfiedJoking and talking about the world outside.With haunted hearts through the heat and coldWe never thought we could ever get very oldWe thought we could sit forever in funOur chances really was a million to one.As easy it was to tell black from whiteIt was all that easy to tell wrong from rightAnd our choices they were few and the thought never hitThat the one road we traveled would ever shatter and split.How many a year has passed and goneMany a gamble has been lost and wonAnd many a road taken by many a first friendAnd each one I’ve never seen again.I wish, I wish, I wish in vainThat we could sit simply in that room againTen thousand dollars at the drop of a hatI’d give it all gladly if our lives could be like that.

While riding on a train goin’ west
I feel asleep for take my a rest
I dreamed a dream that make me sad
Concerning myself and the first few friends I had.

With half-damp eyes I stared to the room
Where my friends and I spent many an afternoon
Where we together weathered many a storm
Laughin’ and singing ‘till the early hours of the morn’.

By the old wooden stove where our hats was hung
Our words were told, our songs were songs
Where we longed for nothin’ and were satisfied
Joking and talking about the world outside.

With haunted hearts through the heat and cold
We never thought we could ever get very old
We thought we could sit forever in fun
Our chances really was a million to one.

As easy it was to tell black from white
It was all that easy to tell wrong from right
And our choices they were few and the thought never hit
That the one road we traveled would ever shatter and split.

How many a year has passed and gone
Many a gamble has been lost and won
And many a road taken by many a first friend
And each one I’ve never seen again.

I wish, I wish, I wish in vain
That we could sit simply in that room again
Ten thousand dollars at the drop of a hat
I’d give it all gladly if our lives could be like that.

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