I had a dream about "Dean's Dream" and everyone was in it And we all stood stone-deaf dead in a bar Where the morning sun shone in And I saw a lot of friends who were long since gone And a few newcomers in And things was alright in the dream I had last night And a band played on the stage but nobody was in it They played all the songs we'd want to hear As if the gods had somehow willed it And all the faces in the room would trade Greets and handshakes amongst the tunes And things was alright in the dream I had last night At the stage for the last song a crowd grew round Then someone yelled "Dean's Dream" And the drummer counted down When it got to the part right after the part Where Dean Clean gets in a fight Everyone yelled in the dream I had last night "He's alright!" "He's alright!" "He's alright!" "He's alright!" "He's alright!" "He's alright!" "He's alright!" "He's alright!" "He's alright!" "He's alright!" "He's alright!" "He's alright!"