Letra de The Pilgrim: Chapter 33 - 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� outa 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--
Chorus:
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 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,
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And he�s traded in tomorrow for today--
Runnin� from his devils, lord, and reachin� for the stars,
And losin� all he�s 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--
Chorus:
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 walkin� contradiction, partly truth and partly fiction,
Takin� ev�ry wrong direction on his lonely way back home.
There�s a lotta wrong directions on that lonely way back home.