The Pilgrim: Chapter 33 (Live)

Written by：Kris Kristofferson

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' outta 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