CGC I was thinkin' of a series of dreams
CGC Where nothing comes up to the top
CGC Everything stays down where it's wounded
F And comes to a permanent stop
C Wasn't thinking of anything specific
F Like in a dream when someone wakes up and screams
C Nothing too very scientific
GC Just thinkin' of a series of dreams
CHORUS: AmFC Dreams where the umbrella is folded
AmFC And into the path you are hurled
AmFC And the cards are no good that you're holdin'
G Unless they're from another world
CGCCF C I'd already gone the distance
GCCGC Just thinkin' of a series of dreams
CGC Just thinkin' of a series of dreams
CGC Just thinkin' of a series of dreams