Some are born to linger, some are born to roam.
Some will never find their way back home.
Some are born for greatness and some just to explode.
I was born at home in Merwell Road
And if the sunlight fails to warm me cause I'm too 
cold,
Now you think that I'm so clever but I really just 
don't know.
So wont you tell me,
Why I'm feeling like a stone again.
Some are born for pleasure and some are born in pain,
Some are born to live their lives in vain
Some are born to follow ans some are born to be 
enshrined.
Some are are seeking more than they will find.
And if the sunlight fails to warm me cause I'm too 
cold,
Now your pleasures leave me empty then I really just 
don't know.
So wont you tell me,
Why I'm feeling like a stone again.
She's so fine.
But is she enough.
'Cause I Really just don't know,
So wont you tell me.
Why I'm falling like stone again.