Oh it’s a long way home,
And you can go if you want to go
Cause there’s no room for you in their world
When you’re on your own
Like a rolling stone
But you’re one of us now -
Yeah you’re under control.
And when you’re coming back down
I see the back of your soul.

We don’t want no trouble.
We don’t want no fight.
Aren’t you tired of living,
Like you already died?

Too much information on my mind.
My head starts spinning backwards,
Hare Krishna, New York Times™

I’m waiting for your sign
For your secret code.
Call it on my phone,
Come and take me home.

We don’t want no trouble.
We don’t want no fight.
Aren’t you tired of living,
Like you already died?

It’s coming up the hillside,
But something doesn’t feel right,
Blinded by the moonlight
And I’m running your way,
And you’re running away,
And I’m running your way,
And you’re running away.