| Bob Dylan Lyrics Page One |
| A Hard Rain's A-Gonna Fall All Along The Watchtower Blowin' In The Wind Buckets Of Rain Don't Think Twice It's All Right Everything Is Broken Girl From The North Country House Of The Risin' Sun Hurricane Idiot Wind I Threw It All Away I Want You If Not For You If You See Her Say Hello It Ain't Me Babe It's All Over Now, Baby Blue It's Alright, Ma (I'm Only Bleeding) Just Like A Woman Knockin' On Heaven's Door Lay Lady Lay Like A Rolling Stone |
| A Hard Rain's A-Gonna Fall Oh, where have you been, my blue-eyed son? And where have you been my darling young one? I've stumbled on the side of twelve misty mountains, I've walked and I've crawled on six crooked highways, I've stepped in the middle of seven sad forests, I've been out in front of a dozen dead oceans, I've been ten thousand miles in the mouth of a graveyourd, and it's a hard, it's a hard, it's a hard, and it's a hard, it's a hard rain's a-gonna fall. Oh, what did you see, my blue eyed son? And what did you see, my darling young one? I saw a newborn baby with wild wolves all around it, I saw a highway of diamonds with nobody on it, I saw a black branch with blood that kept dripping, I saw a room full of men with their hammers a-bleeding, I saw a white ladder all covered with water, I saw ten thousand takers whose tongues were all broken, I saw guns and sharp swords in the hands of young children, And it's a hard, it's a hard, it's a hard, and it's a hard, it's a hard rain's a-gonna fall. And what did you hear, my blue-eyed son? And what did you hear, my darling young one? I heard the sound of a thunder, it roared out a warning, I heard the roar of a wave that could drown the whole world, I heard one hundred drummers whose hands were a-blazing, I heard ten thousand whispering and nobody listening, I heard one person starve, I heard many people laughing. Heard the song of a poet who died in the gutter, heard the sound of a clown who cried in the alley. And it's a hard, it's a hard, it's a hard, it's a hard, and it's a hard rain's a-gonna fall. Oh, who did you meet my blue-eyed son? Who did you meet, my darling young one? I met a young child beside a dead pony, I met a white man who walked a black dog, I met a young woman whose body was burning, I met a young girl, she gave me a rainbow, I met one man who was wounded in love, I met another man who was wounded and hatred. And it's a hard, it's a hard, it's a hard, it's a hard and it's a hard rain's a-gonna fall. And what'll you do now, my blue-eyed son? And what'll you do now my darling young one? I'm a-going back out 'fore the rain starts a-falling, I'll walk to the depths of the deepest black forest where the people are a many and their hands are all empty, where the pellets of poison are flooding their waters, where the home in the valley meets the damp dirty prison, where the executioner's face is always well hidden, where hunger is ugly, where souls are forgotten, where black is the color, where none is the number. And I'll tell and think it and speak it and breathe it and reflect it from the mountain so all souls can see it then I'll stand on the ocean until I start sinking but I'll know my songs well before I start singing. And it's a hard, it's a hard, it's a hard, and it's a hard, it's a hard rain's a-gonna fall. All Along The Watchtower "There must be some way out of here," said the joker to the thief. "There's too much confusion," I can't get no relief. Businessmen, they drink my wine, plowmen dig my earth. None of them along the line know what any of it is worth. "No reason to get excited," the thief, he kindly spoke. "There are many here among us who feel that life is but a joke. But you and I, we've been through that, and this is not our fate. So let us not talk falsely now, the hour is getting late." All along the watchtower, princes kept the view while all the women came and went, barefoot servants, too. Outside in the distance a wildcat did growl. Two riders were approaching, the wind began to howl. Blowin' In The Wind How many roads most a man walk down before you call him a man? How many seas must a white dove sail before she sleeps in the sand? Yes, how many times must the cannon balls fly before they're forever banned? The answer my friend is blowin' in the wind, the answer is blowin' in the wind. Yes, how many years can a mountain exist before it's washed to the sea? Yes, how many years can some people exist before they're allowed to be free? Yes, how many times can a man turn his head pretending he just doesn't see? The answer my friend is blowin' in the wind, the answer is blowin' in the wind. Yes, how many times must a man look up before he can see the sky? Yes, how many ears must one man have before he can hear people cry? Yes, how many deaths will it take till he knows that too many people have died? The answer my friend is blowin' in the wind, the answer is blowin' in the wind. Buckets Of Rain Buckets of rain, buckets of tears. Got all them buckets coming out of my ears. Buckets of moonbeams in my hand. You got all the love, honey baby, I can stand. I been meek and hard like and oak. I seen pretty people disappear like smoke. Friends will arrive friends will disappear if you want me, honey baby, I'll be there. I like your smile and your fingertips. I like the way that you move your lips. I like the cool way you look at me. Everything about you is bringing me misery. Little red wagon, little red bike. I ain't no monkey but I know what I like. I like the way you love me strong and slow. I'm taking you with me, honey baby, when I go. Life is sad, life is a bust. All you can do is do what you must. You do what you must do and you do it well. I'll do it for you, honey baby, can't you tell? Don't Think Twice It's All Right It ain't no use to sit and wonder why, babe, it don't matter, anyhow. And it ain't no use to sit and wonder why, babe, if you don't know by now When your rooster crows at the breaks of dawn, look out your window and I'll be gone. You're the reason I'm traveling on, don't think twice, it's all right.. It ain't no use in turning on your light, babe, that light I never knowed and it ain't no use in turning on your light, babe, I'm on the dark side of the road. But I wish there was something you would do or say to try and make me change my mind and stay. We never did too much talking anyway, so don't think twice, it's all right. It ain't no use in calling out my name, gal, like you never done before. It ain't no use in calling out my name, gal. I can't hear you any more. I'm a-thinking and a-wondering walking down the road, I once loved a woman, a child I'm told. I give her my heart but she wanted my soul, don't think twice, it's all right. So long honey, babe, where I'm bound, I can't tell. Goodbye's too good a word, babe so I'll just say fare thee well. I ain't saying you treated me unkind, you could have done better but I don't mind. You just kinda wasted my precious time but don't think twice, it's all right. Everything Is Broken Broken lines, broken strings, broken threads, broken springs, broken idols, broken heads, people sleeping in broken beds. Ain't no use jiving, ain't no use joking, everything is broken. Broken bottles, broken plates, broken switches, broken gates, broken dishes, broken parts, streets are filled with broken hearts. Broken words never meant to be spoken, everything is broken. Seem like every time you stop and turn around, something else just hit the ground. Broken cutters, broken saws, broken buckles, broken laws, broken bodies, broken bones, broken voices on broken phones. Take a deep breath, feel like you're choking, everything is broken. Every time you leave and go off someplace, things fall to pieces in my face. Broken hands on broken ploughs, broken treaties, broken vows, broken pipes, broken tools, people bending broken rules. Hound dog howling, bullfrog croaking, everything is broken. Girl From The North Country If you're traveling in the north country fair where the winds hit heavy on the borderline, remember me to one who lives there. She once was the true love of mine. If you go when the snowflakes storm, when the rivers freeze and summer ends, please see if she's a coat so warm to keep her from the howling winds. Please see if her hair hangs long, if it rolls and flows all down her breast. Please see from me if her hair hangs long, that's the way I remember her best. I'm a-wondering if she remember me at all, many times I've often prayed in the darkness of my night, in the brightness of my day. So if you're traveling in the north country fair where the winds hit heavy on the borderline, Remember me to one who lives there, she once was a true love of mine. House Of The Risin' Sun (Traditional) There is a house down in New Orleans they call the rising sun. And it's been the ruin of many a poor girl and me, oh God, I'm one. My mother was a tailor, she sowed these new blue jeans, my sweetheart was a gambler, Lord, down in New Orleans. Now the only thing a gambler needs is a suitcase and a trunk. And the only time when he's satisfied is when he's on a drunk. He fills his glasses up to the brim and he'll pass the cards around. And the only pleasure he gets out of life is rambling from town to town. Oh, tell my baby sister not to do what I have done. But shun that house in New Orleans they call the rising sun. Well, with one foot on the platform and the other foot on the train, I'm going back to New Orleans to wear that ball and chain. I'm going back to New Orleans, my race is almost run, I'm going back to end my life down in the rising sun. There is a house in New Orleans they call the rising sun, and it's been the ruin of many a poor girl and me, oh God, I'm one. Hurricane Pistols shots ring out in the barroom night, enter Patty Valentine from the upper hall. She sees the bartender in a pool of blood, cries out "My God they killed them all." Here comes the story of the Hurricane, the man the authorities came to blame for something that he never done, put him in a prison cell but one time he could-a been the champion of the world. Three bodies lying there, does Patty see and another man named Bello moving around mysteriously. "I didn't do it," he says and he throws up his hands. "I was only robbing the register, I hope you understand. I saw them leaving" he says and he stops. "One of us had better call up the cops." And so Patty calls the cops and they arrive on the scene with their red lights flashing in the hot New Jersey night. Meanwhile, far away in another part of town, Rubin Carter and a couple of friends are driving around. Number one contender for the middleweight crown. Had no idea what kinda shit was about to go down. When a cop pulled him over to the side of the road, just like the time before and the time before that, in Patterson that's just the way things go. If you're black you might as well not shown up on the street less you wanna draw the heat. Alfred Bello had a partner and he had a rap for the corps. Him and Arthur Dexter Bradley were just out prowling around. He said "I saw two men running out they looked like middleweights. They jumped into a white car with out-of-state plates." And Miss Patty Valentine just nodded her head. Cop said "Wait a minute boys this one's not dead." So they took him to the infirmary and though this man could hardly see. They told him that he could identify the guilty men. Four in the morning and they haul Rubin in, take him to the hospital and they bring him upstairs. The wounded man looks up through his one dying eye Says "Wha'd you bring him in here for? He ain't the guy!" Yes, here comes the story of the Hurricane, the man the authorities came to blame for something that he never done, put in a prison cell but one time he could-a been the champion of the world. Four months later the ghettos are in flame, Rubin's in South America fighting for his name. While Arthur Dexter Bradley's still in the robbery game and the cops are putting the screws to him looking for somebody to blame. "Remember that murder that happened in a bar?" "Remember you said you saw the getaway car?" "You think you'd like to play ball with the law?" "Think it might-a been that fighter you saw running that night?" "Don't forget that you are white." Arthur Dexter Bradley said, "I'm really not sure." Cops said, "A boy like you could use a break. We got you for the motel job and we're talking to your friend Bello. Now you don't wanta have to go back to jail be a nice fellow. You'll be doing society a favor, that sonofabitch is brave and getting braver. We want to put his ass in stir, we want to pin this triple murder on him. He ain't no Gentleman Jim." Rubin could take a man out with just one punch, but he never did like to talk about it all that much It's my work, he'd say and I do it for pay and when it's over I'd just as soon go on my way up to some paradise where the trout streams flow and the air is nice. And ride a horse along a trail but then they took him to the jail House where they try to turn a man into a mouse. All of Rubin's cards were marked in advance, the trial was a pig-circus he never had a chance. The judge made Rubin's witnesses drunkards from the slums. To the white folks who watched, he was a revolutionary bum. And to the black folks he was just a crazy nigger, no one doubted that he pulled the trigger. And though they could not produce the gun, the DA said he was the one who did the deed and the all-white jury agreed. Rubin Carter was falsely tried, the crime was murder 'one' guess who testified? Bello and Bradley and they both baldly lied and the newspapers, they all went along for the ride. How can the life of such a man be in the palm of some fool's hand? To see him obviously framed couldn't help but make me feel ashamed to live in a land where justice is a game. Now all the criminals in their coats and their ties are free to drink martinis and watch the sun rise while Rubin sits like Buddha in a ten-foot cell, an innocent man in a living hell. That's the story of the Hurricane but it won't be over till they clear his name and give him back the time he's done, put him in a prison cell but one time he could-a been the champion of the world. I Want You The guilty undertaker sighs, the lonesome organ grinder cries, the silver saxophones say I should refuse you, the cracked bells and washed-out horns blow into my face with scorn but it's not that way, I wasn't born to lose you. I want you, I want you, I want you so bad. Honey, I want you. The drunken politician leaps upon the street where mothers weep And the saviors who are fast asleep, they wait for you. And I wait for them to interrupt me drinking from my broken cup and ask for me, open up the gate for you. I want you, I want you, I want you so bad. Honey, I want you. Now all my fathers, they've gone down, true love, they've been without it. But all their daughters put me down cause I don't think about it. Well, I return to the Queen of Spades and talk with my chambermaid, she knows that I'm not afraid to look at her, she is good to me. And there's nothing she doesn't see, she knows where I'd like to be, but it doesn't matter. I want you, I want you, I want you so bad. Honey, I want you. Now your dancing child with his Chinese suit, he spoke to me, I took his flute. No, I wasn't very cute to him, was I? But I did, though because he lied, because he took you for a ride and because time was on his side and because I, I want you, I want you, I want you so bad. Honey, I want you. I Threw It All Away I once held her in my arms. She said she would always stay. But I was cruel, I treated her like a fool, I threw it all away. Once I had mountains in the palm of my hand and rivers that ran through every day. I must have been mad, I never knew what I had until I threw it all away. Love is all there is, it makes the world go around. Love and only love it can't be denied. No matter what you think about it, you just won't be able to do without it. Take a tip from one who's tried. So if you find someone that gives you all of her love, take it to your heart, don't let it stray. For one thing that's certain, you will surely be a-hurting if you throw it all away. Idiot Wind Someone's got it in for me, they're planting stories in the press. Whoever it is I wish they'd cut it out quick but when they will I can only guess. They say I shot a man named Gray and took his wife to Italy. She inherited a million bucks and when she died it came to me, I can't help it if I'm lucky. People see me all the time and they just can't remember how to act. Their minds are filled with big ideas, images and distorted facts. Even you yesterday you had to ask me where it was at. I couldn't believe after all these years, you didn't know even me better than that, sweet lady. Idiot wind, blowing every time your move your mouth, blowing down the back roads, heading south. Idiot wind, blowing every time you move your teeth. You're an idiot babe, it's a wonder that you still know how to breathe. I ran into the fortune-teller who said beware of lightning that might strike. I haven't known peace and quit for so long, I can't remember what it's like. There's a lone soldier on the cross smoke pouring out of a boxcar door. You didn't know it, you didn't think it could be done, in the final end he won the war after losing every battle. I woke up on the roadside daydreaming about the way things sometimes are. Visions of your chestnut mare shoot through my head and are making me see stars. You hurt the ones that I love best and cover up the truth with lies. One day you'll be in the ditch, flies buzzing around your eyes, blood on your saddle. Idiot wind, blowing through the flowers on your tomb. Blowing through the curtains in your room. Idiot wind, blowing every time you move your teeth. You're an idiot babe, it's a wonder that you still know how to breathe. It was gravity which pulled us down and destiny which broke us apart. You tamed the lion in my cage but it just wasn't enough to change my heart. Now everything's a little upside down, as a matter of fact the wheels have stopped. What's good is bad, what's bad is good, you'll find out when you reach the top, you're on the bottom. I noticed at the ceremony, your corrupt ways had finally made you blind. I can't remember your face anymore, your mouth has changed, your eyes don't look into mine. The priest wore black on the seventh day and sat stone faced while the building burned. I waited for you on the running boards, near the cypress trees while the springtime turned slowly into autumn. Idiot wind, blowing like a circle around my skull from the Grand Coulee Dam to Capitol. Idiot wind, blowing every time you move you teeth. You're an idiot babe, It's a wonder that you still know how to breathe. I can't feel you anymore, I can't even touch the books you've read. Every time I crawl past your door, I been wishing I was somebody else instead. Down the highway, down the tracks, down the road to ecstasy, I followed you beneath the stars, hounded by your memory and all you raging glory. I been double-crossed now for the very last time and now I'm finally free. I kissed goodbye the howling beast on the borderline which separated you from me. You'll never know the hurt I suffered not the pain I raise above. And I'll never know the same about you your holiness or your kind of love and it makes me feel so sorry. Idiot wind blowing through the buttons of our coats, blowing through the letters that we wrote. Idiot wind blowing through the dust upon our shelves. We're idiots babe, it's a wonder we can even feed ourselves. If You See Her Say Hello If you see her, say hello, she might be in Tangier. She left here last early spring is living there I hear. Say for me that I'm all right though things get kind of slow. She might think that I've forgotten her don't tell her it isn't so. We had a falling-out like lovers often will. And to think of how she left that night it still brings me a chill. And though our separation, it pierced me to the heart. She still lives inside of me, we've never been apart. If you get close to her, kiss her once for me. I always have respected her for doing what she did and getting free. Oh, whatever makes her happy, I won't stay in the way, though the bitter taste still lingers on from the night I tried to make her stay. I see a lot of people as I make the rounds and I hear her name here and there as I go from town to town. And I've never gotten used to it, I've just learned to turn it off. Either I'm too sensitive or else I'm getting soft. Sundown, yellow moon, I replay the past. I know every scene by heart, they all went by so fast. If she's passing back this way, I'm not that hard to find. Tell her she can look me up if she's got the time. If Not For You If not for you, babe, I couldn't find the door, couldn't even see the floor. I'd be sad and blue if not for you. If not for you, baby, I'd lay awake all night, wait for the morning light to shine in through, but it will not be new if not for you. If not for you, my sky would fall, rain would gather too. Without your love I'd be nowhere at all, I'd be lost if not for you and you know it's true. If not for you, my sky would fall, rain would gather too. Without your love I'd be nowhere at all, oh, what would I do if not for you? If not for you, winter would have no spring, I couldn't hear the robins sing. I just wouldn't have a clue, anyway it wouldn't ring true, if not for you. If not for you, if not for you. It's All Over Now, Baby Blue You must leave now, take what you need, you think will last, but whatever you wish to keep, you better grab it fast. Yonder stands your orphan with his gun crying like a fire in the sun. Look out, the saints are coming through and it's all over now, baby blue. The highway is for gamblers, better use your sense. Take what you have gathered from coincidence. The empty handed painter from your streets is drawing crazy patterns on your sheets. This sky, too, is folding under you and it's all over now, baby blue. All your seasick sailors, they are rowing home. Your empty handed armies, are all going home. Your lover who just walked out the door has taken all his blankets from the floor. The carpet, too, is moving under you and it's all over now, baby blue. Leave your stepping stones behind, something calls for you. Forget the dead you've left, they will not follow you. The vagabond who's rapping at your door is standing in the clothes that you once wore. Strike another match, go start a new and it's all over now, baby blue. It's Alright, Ma (I'm Only Bleeding) Darkness at the break of noon shadows even the silver spoon, the handmade blade, the child's balloon eclipses both the sun and moon, to understand you know too soon- there is no sense in trying. Pointed threats, they bluff with scorn, suicide remarks are torn from the fools gold mouthpiece, the hollow horn plays wasted words proved to warn that he not busy being born s busy dying. Temptation's page flies out the door, you follow, find yourself at war, watch waterfalls of pity roar, you feel to moan but unlike before, you discover that you'd just be one more person crying. So don't fear if you hear a foreign sound to you ear, it's alright, Ma, I'm only sighing. As some warn victory, some downfall, private reasons great or small can be seen in the eyes of those that call to make all that should be killed to crawl while others say don't hate nothing at all except hatred. Disillusioned words like bullets bark as human gods aim for their marks, make everything from toy guns that sparks to flesh-colored Christs that glow in the dark, it's easy to see without looking too far that not much is really sacred. While preachers preach of evil fates, teachers teach that knowledge waits can lead to hundred-dollar plates, goodness hides behind its gates but even the President of the United States sometimes must have to stand naked. And though the rules of the road have been lodged, it's only people's games that you got to dodge and it's alright, Ma, I can make it. Advertising signs that con you into thinking you're the one that can do what's never been done, that can win what's never been won, meantime life outside goes on all around you. You loose yourself, you reappear, you suddenly find you got nothing to fear, alone you stand without nobody near when a trembling distant voice, unclear startles your sleeping ears to hear that somebody thinks they really found you. A question in your nerves is lit, yet you know there is no answer fit to satisfy, ensure you not to quit, to keep it in your mind and not forget that it is not he or she or them or it that you belong to. Although the masters make the rules for the wise men and the fools, I got nothing, Ma, to live up to. For them that must obey authority that they do not respect in any degree, who despise their jobs, their destinies, speak jealously of them that are free, cultivate their flowers to be nothing more than something they invest in. While some on principles baptized to strict party platforms ties, social clubs in drag disguise, outsiders they can freely criticize, tell nothing except who to idolize and then say God bless him. While one who sings with his tongue on fire gargles in the rat race choir, bent out of shape from society's pliers, cares not to come up any higher but rather get you down in the hole that he's in. But I mean no harm nor put fault on anyone that lives in a vault. But it's alright, Ma, if I can't please him. Old lady judges, watch people in pairs, limited in sex, they dare to push fake morals, insult and stare while money doesn't talk, it swears obscenity, who really cares, propaganda, all is phony. While them that defend what they cannot see with a killer's pride, security, it blows the minds most bitterly for them that think death's honesty won't fall upon them naturally, life sometimes must get lonely. My eyes collide head-on with stuffed graveyards, false gods, I scuff at pettiness which plays so rough, walk upside-down inside handcuffs, kick my legs to crash it off, say okay, I have had enough, what else can you show me? And if my thought-dreams could be seen, they'd probably put my head in a guillotine. But it's alright, Ma, it's life, and life only. It Ain't Me Babe Go 'way from my window, leave at your own chosen speed. I'm not the one you want, babe, I'm not the one you need. You say you're looking for someone who's never weak but always strong, to protect you and defend you, whether you are right or wrong, someone to open each and every door but it ain't me, babe, no, no, no, it ain't me babe, it ain't me you're looking for, babe. Go lightly from the ledge, babe, go lightly on the ground. I'm not the one you want, babe, I will only let your down. You say you're looking for someone who will promise never to part, someone to close his eyes for you, someone to close his heart, someone who will die for you and more, but it ain't me, babe, no, no, no, it ain't me babe, it ain't me you're looking for, babe. Go melt back into the night, everything inside is made of stone. There's nothing in here moving and anyway I'm not alone. You say you're looking for someone who'll pick you up each time you fall, to gather flowers constantly and to come each time you call, a lover for you life and nothing more, but it ain't me, babe, no, no, no, it ain't me babe, it ain't me you're looking for, babe. Just Like A Woman Nobody feels any pain tonight as I stand inside the rain. Everybody knows that baby's got new clothes, but lately I see her ribbons and her bows have fallen from her curls. She takes just like a woman, yes she does, she makes love just like a woman, yes she does, and she aches just like a woman but she breaks just like a little girl. Queen Mary, she's my friend. Yes, I believe I'll go see her again. Nobody has to guess that baby can't be blessed till she finally sees that she's like all the rest with her fog, her amphetamine and her pearls. She takes just like a woman, yes she does, she makes love just like a woman, yes she does, and she aches just like a woman but she breaks just like a little girl. It's was raining from the first and I was dying there of thirst so I came in here. And your long-time curse hurts but what's worse is this pain in here. I can't stay in here, ain't it clear that I just can't fit. Yes, I believe it's time for us to quit. When we meet again, introduced as friends, please don't let on that you knew me when I was hungry and it was your world. Ah, you fake just like a woman, yes you do, you make love just like a woman, yes you do, then you ache just like a woman but you break just like a little girl. Knockin' On Heaven's Door Mama, take this badge off of me, I can't use it anymore. It's getting dark, too dark to see, I feel like I'm knockin' on heavens door. Knock, knock, knockin' on heavens door, knock, knock, knockin' on heavens door. Knock, knock, knockin' on heavens door, knock, knock, knockin' on heavens door. Mama, put my guns in the ground, I can't shoot them anymore. That long black cloud is coming down, I feel like I'm knockin' on heavens door. Knock, knock, knockin' on heavens door, knock, knock, knockin' on heavens door. Knock, knock, knockin' on heavens door, knock, knock, knockin' on heavens door. Lay Lady Lay Lay, lady, lay, lay across my big brass bed. Lay, lady, lay, lay across my big brass bed. Whatever colors you have in your mind. I'll show them to you and you'll see them shine. Lay, lady, lay, lay across my big brass bed. Stay, lady, stay, stay with your man awhile. Until the break of day, let me see you make him smile. His clothes are dirty but his hands are clean and you're the best thing that he's ever seen. Stay, lady, stay, stay with your man awhile. Why wait any longer for the world to begin? You can have your cake and eat it too. Why wait any longer for the one you love when he's standing in front of you? Lay, lady, lay, lay across my big brass bed. Stay, lady, stay, stay while the night is still ahead. I long to see you in the morning light, I long to reach for you in the night. Stay, lady, stay, stay while the night is still ahead. Like A Rolling Stone Once upon a time you dressed so fine, you threw the bums a dime in your prime, didn't you? People'd call, say, "Beware doll, you're bound to fall," you thought they were all kidding 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 without a home? Like a complete unknown? Like a rolling stone? You've gone to the finest school all right, Miss Lonely, but you know you only used to get juiced in it. And nobody has ever taught you how to live on the street and now you find out you're gonna have to get used to it. You said you'd never compromise with the mystery tramp, but know you realize he's not selling any alibis as you stare into the vacuum of his eyes and say do you want to make a deal? How does it feel? How does it feel to be on your own with no direction home? Like a complete unknown? Like a rolling stone? You never turned around to see the frowns on the jugglers and the clowns when they all come down and did 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 on the chrome horse with your diplomat who carried on his shoulder 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 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 drinking, thinking that they got it made. Exchanging all precious gifts but you'd better take 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 nothing, you got nothing to lose. You're invisible now, you got no secrets to conceal. How does it feel? How does it feel to be on your own with no direction home? Like a complete unknown? Like a rolling stone? |