Like A Rolling Stone

Like a breeze in a meadow

Or a junkie in a ghetto

And with nothing to hold onto

Wandering shadows set upon you

A pool of white noise in a city

Long-abandoned and empty

Or an explosion

In a ghost town

Where it’s dead and there is no sound

Until now

Until now

Like a rolling stone

 

Like a rolling stone

Lights are on but no one’s home

Say it’s all a pilgrimage

But most seem to know where they’re going

Listen hard, hardly gleaning

Much of a song without meaning

But lost crusaders often sing it

They write, perform and bring it

On the road

Not knowing where to go

Like a rolling stone

 

Just a shipwreck at the bottom of the ocean

Waiting for some resurrection

Faintest flare in the night sky

See the highlights

Of ships that surely wouldn’t come

 

At the mercy of the current

And you’re pleading to deter it

As if the world might somehow listen

And circumstances never surfaced

No one said that life is perfect

No deserted soul deserves it

No one misses the kindling

After they have burnt it, but…

 

As for now, I’ll continue

To live only as I see fit to

‘Cause even the man-of-the-hour is alone

And no matter where we go, we're never home

These are just my thoughts but unto each his own

Like a rolling stone