Letras
Once upon a time you dressed up fine
Threw the bums a dime in your prime, didn't you?
People'd call, they'd say you were tall
'Til nine, 'til four, you thought that they were all kiddin' you
You used to laugh about
Everybody that was hanging out
Now you don't talk so loud
Now you don't seem so proud
About having to be scrounging for your next meal
How does it feel?
How does it feel?
To be on your own
Like a complete unknown
With no direction home
Like a rolling stone
You went to all the finest schools
All right places only
But you know you only used to get used to it
Nobody ever seemed to tell you
How to live on the street
And now you find out you're gonna have to get used to it
You say you never compromise
With Mr. Trim, but now you realize
He's been selling any alibis
And you stare into the vacuum of his eyes
And say, "Hey mister, do you want to make a deal?"
How does it feel?
How does it feel?
To be on your own
Like a complete unknown
With no direction home
Like a rolling stone
You never turned around to see the frowns
On the jokers and the clowns
When they all did all those tricks for you
You never understood that it ain't no good
You shouldn't let other people get your kicks for you
You used to ride around in your corn boys
With your diplomat
Who carried on his shoulder a Siamese cat
Ain't it hard when you discover that
The cat with you wasn't where it's at
After he took from you all the things he could steal
How does it feel?
How does it feel?
To be on your own
Like a complete unknown
With no direction home
Like a rolling stone
The priestess of the steeple and all the dirty people
They're all drinking, thinking that they got it made