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 ask him: "do you want to..."
"do you want to make a deal?"
How does it feel?
How does it feel?
How does it feel to be on your own?
How does it feel with no direction home?
How does it feel being like a complete unknown?
How does it feel bein' like a rolling stone?
