For twenty-five years I was a small town boy
And I left it all to be a Rolling Stone
Then I quit my job down at the record exchange
And I told the boys that I would never come home
I found myself dumped out at the side of the road
And I started walking when the bus broke down
And then this cold rain fell
Said, won’t you tell me how the hell am I supposed to get to Liverpool now?
I got no money but some big ideals
Gonna throw another hundred miles beneath my wheels
And I’ll be rolling on and hoping ‘til the hope is gone
Well I picked up a ride and I was doing alright
The driver stopped to use the telephone
And then he picked up this wrench and swung it hard against my legs
And then drove away with everything I owned
Well about five in the morning I was damn near close to freezing
I was rolling into London town
On two bus stop legs
Now won’t you tell me how the heck am I supposed to get to Liverpool now?
I got no money but some big ideals
Gonna throw another hundred miles beneath my wheels
And I’ll be rolling on and hoping ‘til the hope is gone
‘Cause it’s all I’m holding onto
The memory of this TV show
Yeah, it’s all I’m holding onto
But how the hell I’m gonna get there I don’t know
Well what would you know?
I finally made the Mersey tunnel
Running empty but for rock and roll
Well I was digging around and I emptied out all my pockets
Found not a penny for to pay my toll
So I tried to be friendly with that man inside the booth
But that son of a b**ch well he wouldn’t back down
So I said, well that’s all very well,
But won’t you tell me how the hell am I supposed to get to Liverpool now?
I got no money but some big ideals
Gonna throw another hundred miles beneath my wheels
And I’ll be rolling on and hoping ‘til the hope is gone
So don’t cry honey, wash away those tears
Hey, what do you say we give it just the one more year
And I’ll come rolling home
‘Til then I’m hoping ‘til the hope is gone
Yeah, well I’ll be hoping ‘til the hope is gone
Darling, I’ll be hoping ‘til the hope is gone
