Wind-

ing

your

way

down

on

Bak-

er

Street

Light

in

your

head

and

dead

on

your

feet

An-

oth-

er

craz-

y

day

You

drink

the

night

a-

way

And

for-

get

a-

bout

eve-

ry-

thing

This

ci-

ty's

dance

makes

you

feel

so

cold

It's

got

so

ma-

ny

peo-

ple

but

it's

got

no

soul

And

it's

tak-

en

you

so

long

To

find

out

you

were

wrong

When

you

thought

it

held

eve-

ry-

thing

Used

to

think

that

it

was

so

ea-

sy

Used

to

say

that

it

was

so

ea-

sy

But

you're

try-

ing,

you're

try-

ing

now

An-

oth-

er

year

and

then

you'll

be

hap-

py

Just

one

more

year

and

then

you'll

be

hap-

py

But

you're

cry-

ing,

you're

cry-

ing

now

Way

down

the

street

there's

a

light

in

his

place

O-

pens

the

door,

he's

got

that

look

on

his

face

And

he

asks

you

where

you've

been

You

tell

him

who

you've

seen

And

you

talk

a-

bout

eve-

ry-

thing

He's

got

this

dream

a-

bout

buy-

ing

some

land

He's

gon-

na

give

up

the

crack

and

the

one

night

stands

And

then

he'll

set-

tle

down

In

this

qui-

et

lit-

tle

town

And

for-

get

a-

bout

eve-

ry-

thing

But

you

know

he'll

al-

ways

keep

mov-

ing

You

know,

he's

nev-

er

gon-

na

stop

mov-

ing

'Cause

he's

roll-

ing,

he's

a

roll-

ing

stone

When

you

wake

up,

it's

a

new

morn-

ing

The

sun

is

shin-

ing,

it's

a

new

morn-

ing

You're

go-

ing,

you're

go-

ing

home