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Yeah, once upon a time you dressed so fine |
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You threw the bums a dime in your prime, didn't you? |
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Yeah, people'd call, say, "Beware doll, you're bound to fall" |
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They thought they were just a kiddin' you |
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You used to laugh about |
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Everybody that was hangin' out |
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And now you don't walk so proud |
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Now you don't talk so loud |
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About having to scrounging for your next meal |
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How does it feel? |
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How does it feel, to be on your own |
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With no direction home |
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A complete unknown |
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Just like a rolling stone? C'mon |
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Yeah, you went to the finest schools all right, Miss Lonely |
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But you know you only used to get juiced in it |
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Nobody taught you how to live out on the street |
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But now you gonna have to get used to it |
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You said you'd never compromise |
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With the mystery tramp but now you realize |
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That he's not selling any alibis |
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As you stare into the vacuum of his eyes |
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And say do you want to make a deal? |
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How does it feel? |
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How does it feel, to be on your own |
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With no direction home |
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Like a complete unknown |
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Just like a rolling stone? |
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How does it feel? |
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How does it feel, to be on your own |
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With no direction home |
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A complete unknown |
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Just like a rolling stone? |
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Yeah, the princess on the steeple, all the pretty people |
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Drinkin', thinkin' that they got it made |
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Exchanging all kinds of precious gifts |
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They're gonna take that diamond ring |
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You'd better pawn it, babe |
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You used to be so amused |
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At Napoleon in rags and the language that he used |
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Now go to him now, he calls you, you can't refuse |
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When you got nothing, you got nothing to lose |
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You're invisible now, you got no secrets to conceal |
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How does it feel? |
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How does it feel, to be on your own? |
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With no direction home |
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Like a complete unknown |
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Just like a rolling stone? C'mon |
