Once upon a time, you dressed so fine   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 around for your next meal      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've gone to the finest school all right, Miss Lonely   Don't you know you only used to get juiced in it?   Nobody has ever taught you how to live on the street   Now you find out 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 eyes   And say,"Do you want to make a deal?"      How does it feel, how does it feel   To be without a home, 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 came down and did tricks for you   You never understood that it ain't no good   You should never 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's taken everything he could steal      How does it feel, how does it feel   To be without a home, with no direction home?   Like a complete unknown, like a rolling stone      Princess on the steeple and all the pretty people   Drinkin', thinkin' that they got it made   Exchanging all precious gifts and things   But take your diamond ring down and 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, and you can't refuse   When you ain't got nothing, you got nothing to lose   You're invisible, you got no secrets to conceal      How does it feel, how does it feel   To be without a home, with no direction home?   Like a complete unknown, like a rolling stone