The Pilgrim- Chapter 33 - Live

See him wasted on the sidewalk in his jacket and his jeans
Wearing yesterday's misfortunes like a smile
Once he had a future full of money, love and dreams
Which he spent like they was going out of style

And he keeps right on a changin'
For the better or the worse
Searching for a shrine he's never found
Never knowing if leaving
Is a blessing or a curse
Or if the going up was worth the coming down

He's a poet, he's a picker
He's a prophet, he's a pusher
He's a pilgrim and a preacher
And a problem when he's stoned
He's a walking contradiction
Partly truth and partly fiction
Taking every wrong direction
On his lonely way back home

He has tasted good and evil in your bedrooms and in your bars
Trading in tomorrow for today
Running from his devils, Lord, and reaching for the stars
Losing all he's loved along the way

And his world keeps right on turning
For the better or the worse
And all he ever gets is older and drunk
From the rocking of the cradle
To the rolling of the hearse
The going up was worth the coming down

He's a poet, he's a picker
He's a prophet, he's a pusher
He's a pilgrim and a preacher
And a problem when he's stoned
He's a walking contradiction
Partly truth and partly fiction
Taking every wrong direction
On his lonely way back home

There's a lot of wrong directions
On that lonesome way back home