The Pilgrim Chapter 33

See him wasted on a sidewalk in his jacket and his jeans Wearing yesterday’s misfortunes like a smile. Once he had a future full of moneylove and dreams Which he spentlike they were going out of style. And he keeps right on a changin for the better or the worse Alway searchin for the shrine he’s never found. Never knowin if believein was a blessing or a curse And if the going up was worth the coming down. [CHORUS]  C               (speak)              G       (speak)                      He’s poet "he’s picker" He’s prophet "he’s pusher"                                                          He’s pilgrim and preacher and problem when he’s stoned. He’s a walkin contradiction partly truth but mostly fiction takin every wrong direction on his lonely way back home.                                                          He has tasted good and evil in your bedroom and your bar And he’s traded in tomorrow for today. Running from his devils lord and reachin for the stars and losin all he loves along the way. But 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 your hearse the goin up is worth the coming down. [REPEAT CHORUS] There’s a lot of wrong direction on your lonely way back home