(Just Like Some Kind of) Rolling Stone

You're screaming all about the writers of your favourite books And the Danish rugs you've took to soothe your fall from grace You're shouting all about the girls who came to see you in your band And all your plans to get out of this place Cause all the people around here They make you want to disappear And spend some time all by yourself Just as long as you know That you're selling stories on your own That only make you think you've grown Into some kind of rolling stone You tell me all you want to see in the music scene, you say it's too clean You tell me that no one's got a thing to say You want to break all the hearts, play the guitar and learn the parts To every single song there is to play But it only goes to show That you don't really know That any place you go Yeah, you only seem to make up dreams that sparkle up your self esteem Spending some time on your own Yeah, you're walking round the edge of town taking pictures on your phone Thinking you're just like some kind of rolling stone Just like some kind of rolling stone Just like some kind of rolling stone