Lyrics

you broke the faith when life got heavy.
you didn?t even guess the levy.
you played it as it laid, and settled for an easy lie.

you told your ma, when you felt shaky.
and that dear sentimental lady
swallowed your strange story like it was sanctified.

say, how does it feel to be on your own?
did your ?homesickness? appeal to all the ones you left all alone,
in the coop you?d flown, to sew the seeds you?ve sewn,
before you went rolling home?

you said you needed ?time-out? to think things out,
as if that?s what you were really doing,
instead of slowly screwing with my heart and mind.

you called your ma when you were in the thick. it
didn?t take but a one-way ticket.
you didn?t take time out even to say goodbye.

so, hey, how does it feel, to be rolling home?
and say, how much did you steal from this rolling stone,
who didn?t run, and didn?t roam,
when you went rolling home?

i had questions, i needed answers.
i thought i had terminal brain cancer,
but i was careful whose advice i took.

i asked my only friend, my doctor,
but i?m afraid i only shocked her.
she thought you were some fiction i made up, just like a book.

but say, do you want to make a deal?
okay, then what do you say, we start being real?
tell me how it feels?to be a microphone,
recording a metronome, in the twilight zone,
as you?re rolling home?

but i?ve been getting by the best i know how.
besides, it?s too wet to plow.
and, shit, i can?t even afford a used electric-rake.

i?m kinda watchin? where i?m walking.
i?ve learned to do not much talking.
if you don?t say nothin?, you only make one mistake.

but, hey: How does it feel to live with the mistakes you?ve made?
and by the way, how does it feel to play the tricks you?ve played?
do you still ply ?em in your new trade, of mischief and masquerade,
you renegade?

so, hey, how does it feel, to be rolling home?
and say, how much did you steal from this rolling stone,
who didn?t run and didn?t roam,
when you went rolling home?