Sitting at home and the phone doesn't even ring, all alone again
Not a sound in the house save the radio
F.M. D.J. filling up the emptiness, baby's on the road again
Six weeks, nation-wide, opening the show
And I'm making it on my own like a rock n roll widow
Get my news from the 'Rolling Stone'
Wait by the telephone, wonder if he's alone
Or is my man on a permanent loan to rock n roll, rock n roll
Outdoor concert, watching him play for me, I fall in love again
He says his music is everything
Helpless, caught by the melody when he begins to sing
Go on, tell me he's like all the rest
So I'm making it on my own like a rock n roll widow
Get my news from the 'Rolling Stone'
Wait by the telephone, wonder if he's alone
Or is my man on a permanent loan to rock n roll, rock n roll
Watching him run
I've got the feeling that he's already lost in the life
So I'm making it on my own like a rock n roll widow
Get my news from the Rolling Stone
Wait by the telephone, wonder if he's alone
Or is my man on a permanent loan to rock n roll, to rock n roll
Rock n roll

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