At night, he sits alone and he's looking at the stars   He listens to them playing guitars   Him and Phil go back a long long way   They talked about marching and dying all in one day   They played songs together, they sit up past the dawn   I wonder why this dream goes on      You know 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   And teaches Bob A minor with a glint in his eye   Bob used it on Hollis Brown, but that was sometime ago   When is this dream gonna stop? Heaven knows      Then our hero picks up his guitar   To play them the only tune he knows   He played it to me once   He said 'Wes, it's short, but this is how it goes?'   And 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 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 smiled 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 just cos they always do   And Phil plays I Ain't Marching, it's his favorite song   And Bob plays harmonica but he plays it all wrong   And Steve harmonizes like he did with John Prine   David just sits and looks blue all the time      Then the time comes round again   They all sit and listen to our hero playing   He says 'You've heard it all before'   But they like it so they shout 'encore'   And then he sings, it's a dream come true       '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'