“While riding on a train going west, I fell asleep for to take my rest. I dreamed a dream that made me sad. Concerning myself and the first few friends I had. As easy as it was to tell black and white, it was all that easy to tell wrong from right. The choices were few, but the thought never hit that the one road we’d travel would ever shatter and split. I wish, I wish in vain for us to simply sit in that room once again. Ten thousand dollars at the drop of a hat. I would give it all gladly if our lives could be like that.” Bob Dylan