How does it feel, how does it feel to be without a home, like a complete unknown, like a rolling stone.
Bob DylanSome times I think this whole world Is one big prison yeard Some of us are prisoners The rest of us are guards
Bob DylanHow does it feel, how does it feel to be without a home, like a complete unknown, like a rolling stone.
Bob DylanSome times I think this whole world Is one big prison yeard Some of us are prisoners The rest of us are guards
Bob Dylan