Amazonics 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 all were 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 your next meal
How does it feel
How does it feel, baby
To be on your own
No direction home
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 ever taught you
How to live on the street
And now you just gonna have
To get used to it
You said you'd never compromise
With the mystery tramp, but now you got to realize
He's not selling any alibis
As you stare into the vacuum of his eyes
And he says, hey baby, would you like to make a deal?
How does it feel
How does it feel?
To be on your own
No direction home
A complete unknown
Like a rolling stone?
Princess on the steeple and all the pretty people
They're laughin', drinkin', thinkin' that they got it made
Exchanging all kinds of precious gifts and things
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 sweet talk that he used
Go to him now, he calls you, you can't refuse
When you ain't' 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, baby?
To be on your own
No direction home
A complete unknown
Look at ya'
Like a rolling stone?
