like a rolling stone

Well, I've been haunted in my sleep
You've been starring in my dreams
Lord I miss you

I've been waiting in the hall
Been waiting on your call
When the phone rings
It's just some friends of mine that say,
"Hey, what's the matter man?

We're gonna come around at twelve
With some Puerto Rican girls that are just dyin' to meet you.
We're gonna bring a case of wine

Hey, let's go mess and fool around
You know, like we used to"