How does it feel
How does it feel
To be without a home
Like a complete unknown
Like a rollin' stone
You've gone to the finest schools,
alright, Miss Lonely
But you know you only used
to get juiced in it
Nobody ever taught you how
to live out on the street
But you find out now you're
gonna have to get used to it
You said you'd never compromise
With the Mystery Tramp but
now you realize
He's not selling any alibis,
as you stare into the vacuum of his eyes
And he says, "Do you want
to make a deal?"
How does it feel? How does
it feel?
To be on your own, with no
direction home
A complete unknown, like a
rolling stone
You never turned around to
see the frowns
On the jugglers and the clowns
when they all did tricks for you
Never understood that it ain't
no good
You shouldn't let other people
get your kicks for you
You used to ride on the chrome
horse with your diplomat
Who carried on his shoulders
a Siamese cat
Ain't it hard when you discover
that
He really wasn't where it's
at
After he took from you everything
he could steal
How does it feel? How does
it feel?
To have to be on your own,
with no direction home
Like a complete unknown, like
a rolling stone
Princess on the steeple and
all the pretty people
They're all drinkin', thinkin'
that they've got it made
Exchanging all kinds of precious
gifts
But you'd better lift your
diamond ring, you'd better pawn it babe
You used to be so amused
At Napoleon in rags and the
language that he used
Go to him now he calls you
you can't refuse
When you got nothin' you got
nothin' to lose
You're invisible now you've
got no secrets to conceal
How does it feel? Aaah, how
does it feel?
To be on your own, with no
direction home
Like a complete unknown, like
a rolling stone
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