Bob Dylan
앨범 : Bootleg Series, Vol. 7 : No Direction Home

Once upon a time youdressed so fineYou threw the bums a dimein your primedidn't youPeople'd call sayBeware dollyou're bound to fall'You thought they wereall kiddin' youYou used to laugh aboutEverybody that washangin' outNow you don't talk so loudNow you don't seem so proudAbout having to be scroungingfor your next mealHow does it feelHow does it feelTo be without a homeLike a complete unknownLike a rolling stoneYou've gone to thefinest school all rightMiss LonelyBut you know youonly used to getjuiced in itAnd nobody has ever taughtyou how to live on the streetand I you're gonnahave to getand used to itYou saidyou'd never compromiseWith the mystery trampbut now you realizeHe's not selling any alibisAs you stare into the vacuumof his eyesAnd ask himdo you want to make a dealHow does it feelHow does it feelTo be on your ownWith no direction homeA complete unknownLike a rolling stoneYou never turned aroundto see the frowns on thejugglers and the clownsWhen they and didtricks for youYou never understood that itain't no goodYou shouldn'tlet other peopleget your kicks for youYou used toride on the chrome horsewith your diplomatWho carried onhis shoulder a Siamese catAin't it hardwhen you discover thatHe really wasn'twhere it's atAfter he tookfrom you everythinghe could stealHow does it feelHow does it feelTo be on your ownWith no direction homeLike a complete unknownLike a rolling stonePrincess on the steepleand all the pretty peopleThey're drinkin' thinkin'that they got it madeExchanging allprecious giftsBut you'd bettertake your diamond ringyou'd better pawn it babeYou used to be so amusedAt Napoleon in ragsand the language that he usedGo to him now he calls youyou can't refuseWhen you got nothingyou got nothing to loseYou're invisible nowyou got no secrets to concealHow does it feelHow does it feelTo be on your ownWith no direction homeLike a complete unknownLike a rolling stone