Once upon a time you dressed so fine, threw the bums a dime in your prime, didn't you? People call, say beware dog, you're bound to fog, you thought they were all, didn't you? You used to laugh about everybody that was hanging out, now you don't talk so loud, and now you don't seem so proud about having to be scrounging 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 schools alright, Miss Lonely, but you know you're only used to getting used to it. Nobody's ever taught you how to live out on the street, and 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 lies and say, do you want to make a deal? How does it feel, how does it feel to be on your own? Like a rolling stone. You used to be so used, and the bullying and rags and the language that he used, God, well now he calls you, you can't refuse. When you ain't got nothing, ain't got nothing to lose. You're invisible now, you've 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. Hey, come on now.