The Pilgrim, Chapter 33

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See him wasted on the sidewalk, in his jacket and his jeans Wearin' yesterday's misfortunes like a smile Once he had a future, full of money love and dreams Which he spent like they was goin' out o' style And he keeps right on a'changin', for the better or the worse Searchin' for a shrine he's never found Never knowin' if believin', is a blessin' or a curse Or if the goin' up was worth, the comin' down He's a poet, an' he's a picker, he's a prophet, an' he's a pusher He's a pilgrim and a preacher, and a problem when he's stoned He's a walkin' contradiction, partly truth and partly fiction Takin' ev'ry wrong direction on his lonely way back home He has tasted good and evil, in your bedrooms and your bars And he's traded in tomorrow for today Runnin' from his devils Lord, and reachin' for the stars And losin' all he loved, along the way But if this world keeps right on turnin', for the better or the worse And all he ever gets is older and around From the rockin' of the cradle, to the rollin' of the hearse The goin' up was worth, the comin' down He's a poet, an' he's a picker, he's a prophet, an' he's a pusher He's a pilgrim and a preacher, and a problem when he's stoned He's a walkin' contradiction, partly truth and partly fiction Takin' ev'ry wrong direction on his lonely way back home There's a lot of wrong directions, on that lonely way back home