At night he sits alone

And he's looking at the stars

He listens to them playing guitars

He let phil go back a long, long way

They talked about marching and dying all in one day

They play songs together, they sit up past the dawn



I wonder why this dream goes on.



Bob was there last week as well

He's a quiet guy but he's got stories to tell

Our hero sits and listens without asking why

Teaches bob a minor with a glint in his eye

Bob used it on hollis brown but that was some time ago



When is this dream gonna stop? heaven knows.



Then our hero picks up his guitar

To play for me the only tune he knows

He played it to me once

He says "where's the (?), but this is how it goes

Then he sings



This is the only thing that really matters

Keeps me going, retains my sanity

The nights i spend alone when there's just

Phil ochs, bob dylan, steve goodman, david blue and me



Stevie died and then david died

But only to the papers that live outside

Last thursday they were in the room where he sits

The three of them making jokes about the meager obits

Steve and david smile and they left quite soon

He wonders about that dream as he looks at the stars and the moon



Sometimes he has a party for him and the crew

They turn up on time 'cause they always do

Phil plays "i ain't marching"

Bob plays harmonica but plays it all wrong

And steve harmonizes like he did with john prine

And david just sits and looks blue all the time



Then the time comes around again

They all sit and listen to our hero play

He says, "ah, you've heard it all before"

They like it so they shout "encore"

Then he sings



This i