Walking on a rolling stone
Talking up a rolling storm
Taking all the shortcuts home
Or so I thought then

For I was but an eager child
Living in a seething wild
Waiting on the daily crumbs
I been so hungry all my life

Night turns to day, days turn to weeks

I see the seasons change before me



Tell me of rain that fell
Tell me of the pain you felt
Suffering a long, long while
Walking on a long, long wire



To beat the stare of where you'd be,

And who you are from who you been