Wow... sometimes a simple thing like an iPod can make you stop dead in your tracks or just hit you like a tonne of falling bricks. I listen to my iPod on my way home from work every day. It takes me about five to ten minutes to get home, so I usually get at least two, maybe three songs in before I walk through the door and get greeted by four dogs who act like they haven't seen a human for months on end. I love the greeting with all their eyes on me like they've been waiting for me forever, but I miss other eyes. I miss the eyes I got so used to. The eyes that were waiting for me, or will wait for me to come home to them. It was the music that did it, and I swear the iPod knew what it was doing when it put those two songs together. I have seventeen full Bob Dylan albums on my iPod, but for it to put Like a Rolling Stone and Willie Nelson's Are You Sure together for my walk home today, a day where I sat there and looked at my kids wondering if this is what I was put here to do, there had to be someone, or something knowing it would strike a chord inside me. The lyrics couldn't have been better if someone tried to plan what I would listen to during that walk today...

Oh, look around you
Look down the bar from you
The lonely faces that you see
Are you sure that this is where you want to be

These are your friends
But are they real friends
Do they love you the same as me
Are you sure that this is where you want to be

You seem in such a hurry to live this kind of life
You've caused so many tears and misery
Oh, look around you, take a good look
At all the lonely used-to-be's
Are you sure this is where you want to be

Once upon a time you dressed so fine
You threw the bums a dime in your prime, didn't you?
People'd call, say, "Beware doll, you're bound to fall"
You thought they were all kiddin' you
You used to laugh about
Everybody that was hangin' out
Now you don't talk so loud
Now you don't seem so proud
About having to be scrounging for your next meal.

You've gone to the finest school all right, Miss Lonely
But you know you only used to get juiced in it
And nobody has ever taught you how to live on the street
And now you find out you're gonna have to get used to it
You said you'd never compromise
With the mystery tramp, but now you realize
He's not selling any alibis
As you stare into the vacuum of his eyes
And ask him do you want to make a deal?

You never turned around to see the frowns on the jugglers and the clowns
When they all come down and did tricks for you
You never understood that it ain't no good
You shouldn't let other people get your kicks for you

How does it feel
How does it feel
To be on your own
With no direction home
Like a complete unknown
Like a rolling stone?

When you got nothing, you got nothing to lose
You're invisible now, you got no secrets to conceal.

How does it feel
How does it feel
To be on your own
With no direction home
Like a complete unknown
Like a rolling stone...