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