Bob DylanLike a Rolling Stone

Once upon a time you dressed so fineThrew the bums a dime in your prime, didn't you?People call, say, "Beware doll you're bound to fall"You thought they were all kiddin' youYou used to laugh about everybody that was hangin' outNow you don't talk so loudNow you don't seem so proudAbout having to be scrounging your next mealHow does it feel?How does it feel?To be without a homeLike a complete unknownLike a rolling stoneYou've gone to the finest school, all right Miss LonelyBut you know you only used to get juiced in itNobody's ever taught you how to live out on the streetAnd now you're gonna have to get used to itYou said you'd never compromise with the mystery trampBut now you realize, he's not selling any alibisAs you stare into the vacuum of his eyesAnd say, "Do you want to make a deal?"How does it feel?How does it feel?To be on your ownWith no direction homeA complete unknownLike a rolling stoneYou never turned around to see the frownsOn the jugglers and the clowns when they all did tricks for youNever understood that it ain't no goodYou shouldn't let other people get your kicks for youYou used to ride on the chrome horse with your diplomatWho carried on his shoulder a Siamese catAin't it hard when you discover that he really wasn't where it's at?After he took from you everything he could stealHow does it feel?How does it feel?To be on your ownWith no direction homeLike a complete unknownLike a rolling stonePrincess on the steeple and all the pretty peopleThey're all drinkin', thinkin' that they got it madeExchanging all precious giftsBut you better take your diamond ring, you better pawn it babeYou used to be so amused at Napoleon in ragsAnd the language that he used, go to him now he calls youYou can't refuse, when you got nothing, you got nothing to loseYou're invisible now, you got no secrets to concealHow does it feel?How does it feel?To be on your ownWith no direction homeLike a complete unknownLike a rolling stone