Rolling Stone

The feel like a Rolling Stone
that feel in my backbone

this feeling I don't belong here
although the love I leave I endear

but I can't hold, I'm shivering and wondering
you are so bewildering, so considering

but can't stop, must hurry, must leave very soon
nature is calling me, must follow the bassoon and the moon

meet you back by ebb-tide in watchamacallit
other side if the planet I'll treat you right with a banana split

and than again as lovers we'll stay
up until the winds come tell me it's time to hay seeweed in the bay

farewell my sweet love
send me your dove

i will answer with a flying kiss
my rememberence to you is a bliss.