Rolling Stone

I wanna be a rolling stone Rolling to the land don't touch the sky Taking on my way by the wind that blows Setting to the sun for a thousand miles I am the right taste To the wrong bite I'm a lover mostly when the time is right I'm my own rule I'm a coward I'm a fool I'm a builder but cannot tear apart Curse my stubborn heart Momma did you hear I'm coming home I'd love to find a place where I can lie The well's run dry The gardens overgrown I'll help as best I can before July I'm a phone ring on a cold night I'm the wrong choices never worth the fight I'm a hard rain I'm a sinner, I'm a saint I'm the wise words I only took in part Curse my stubborn heart