Like A Rolling Stone Mick Ronson (Ft. David Bowie)

How, how does it feel, how does it feel?

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'
Thought they 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 for your next meal

How does it feel? How does it feel?
To be without a home like a complete unknown?
Just like a rolling stone?

You've gone to the finest school's Miss Lonely
But you know you only used to get juiced in it
No one ever taught you how to live on the street
You're gonna have to get used to it
You said you never compromise
With the mystery tramp but now you realize
You're not selling any alibis
As you stare into the vacuum of his eyes
When you ask him if he still wants to make a deal