Liking a Rolling Pin

Hey, Bob, c'mon in here and put on a guitar Like a rolling pin Once upon a time, you dressed so fine Threw the 'Mats a dime in your prime Didn't you? People'd call, you say beware doll You're bound to fall, but we been fallin' through You used to laugh a lot At everybody that was hanging... 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 on your own With no direction home Like a complete unknown Like a rolling pin People'd call and say beware doll But y'know you only get juiced in it Nobody taught you how to live on sixty dollars for three days But you're gonna get used to it You used to laugh a lot I used to laugh a lot He's not selling any alibis As you stare into the vacuum of his eyes And you say do you want to make a deal? How does it feel? How does it feel? To be on our own With no direction home Like a rolling stone