Once upon a time you're 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 kiddin' you
You used to laugh about
Everybody that was hangin' 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 [bad word] 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 [bad word] 
With the mystery tramp, but now you
realize
He's not selling any alibis
As you stare into the vacuum of his eyes
And ask him 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 [bad word] unknown
Like a rolling stone?

Princess on the steeple and all the pretty
people
They're drinkin', thinkin' that they got it
made
Exchanging all kinds of precious gifts and
things
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

How does it feel
How does it feel
To be on your own
With no direction home
Like [bad word] unknown
Like a rolling stone?

How does it feel
How does it feel
To be on your own
With no direction home
Like [bad word] unknown
Like a rolling stone?