[Verse One]

When I was a teenager I filled my pen with anger.
Let it bleed on to the paper.
In between the lines its spelled out, “Danger.”
Sixteen years old lookin’ at a shot of lleagar like,
“Audios whoever I think I am, or could be, I’ll talk to you motherfuckers later.”

Girl, we lived out near the hills, we didn’t have no gangbangers.
Had a plenty cheap thrills and plenty of men with time to kill,
a whole lot of meth blowin’ out the park trailer.

And I went to school with a bunch of fools,
holdin’ a bottle of goose
like who knew, maybe a bottle of booze,
could help us understand our parents rules.

[Chorus]

And I don’t wanna be no rolling stone.
I don’t wanna be no vagabond, no.

And I don’t wanna be no rolling stone.
I don’t wanna be no vagabond, no.

But I’ve been gone for so long, and so long, and so long,
and so far to go, that I hope you know.


[Verse Two]

Oh, my, pretty little teenager you were
Heart of a lion mind like, “grr”
Girl from the west side of the city.
Power struggle with your Momma got pretty nitty-gritty.

So you hopped on your boyfriends motorbike,
You and your Mom used to curse and fight
Now you on the phone talking to her late at night.

Twenty-five years old, heart of gold,
and I hope you know, that I love you so.

I remember when you said my eyes looked like honey in the moonlight,
Said, “I got your back for my whole life.”
Said, “The future is uncertain but certainly bright,
love takes sacrifice, we get the chance we goin be alright.
We goin be alright.”

Got to show love to everyone who raised me up.
White parents of my white friends who fed me grub.
At the dinner table I used to hold my tongue.
When they talked that stuff like, “black people were slaves
a long time ago, shouldn’t matter anymore, right? Really long time ago?”
Same time James Byrd’s heads rolling down a Texas road.
Only thing they understood was the radio.

Meanwhile, my momma in line at the grocery store,
speakin’ in Spanish and the people in line start to back up slow,
like “Oh, no! Mexicans are invading Idaho.”
Even though the town down the road is named in Español
My mommas people been in this place since way before
George Washington’s slave cleaned his as a three year old.


[Chorus]

And I don’t wanna be no rolling stone.
I don’t wanna be no vagabond, no.

And I don’t wanna be no rolling stone.
I don’t wanna be no vagabond, no.

But I’ve been gone for so long, and so long, and so long,
and so far to go, that I hope you know.


(Adele)

However, far away
I will always love you.

However, far away
I will always love you.