Rolling Stone

I wanna be a rolling stone Rolling 'til the land don't touch the sky Taken on my way by the wind that blows Sailing to the sun for a thousand miles I'm 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 I 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 lay 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 --- Rolling Stone - Wild Rivers