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Once upon a time you dressed so fine |
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Threw the bums a dime |
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In your prime, didn't you? |
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People'd call, say Beware doll |
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You're bound to fall |
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You thought they were all kiddin you |
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You used to laugh about |
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Everybody that was hangin out |
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Now you don't talk so loud |
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Now you don't seem so proud |
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About having to be scrounging |
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For your next meal |
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How does it feel, How does it feel |
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To be without a home, |
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With no direction known, |
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Like a complete unknown, |
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Like a rolling stone? |
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You've gone to the finest school |
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All right, Miss Lonely |
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But you know you only used |
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To get juiced in it |
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And nobody has ever taught you |
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How to live on the street |
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And now you find out |
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You're 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 |
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But now you realize |
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He's not selling any alibis |
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As you stare into the vacuum of his eyes |
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And ask him do you want to make a deal? |
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How does it feel, How does it feel |
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To be without a home, |
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Like a complete unknown, |
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With no direction home |
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Like a complete unknown, |
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Like a rolling stone? |
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You never turned around to see |
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The frowns on the jugglers and the clowns |
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When they all come down |
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And did tricks for you |
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You never understood that it ain't no good |
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You shouldn't let other people |
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Get your kicks for you |
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You used to ride on the chrome horse |
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With your diplomat |
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Who carried on his shoulder a Siamese cat |
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Ain't it hard when you discover that |
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He really wasn't where it's at |
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After he took from you everything |
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He could steal |
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How does it feel, How does it feel |
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To be without a direction known, |
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Without a home |
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Like a complete unknown, |
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Like a rolling stone? |
