The Pilgrim (feat. Kris Kristofferson)

THE PILGRIM
 WITH KRIS KRISTOFFERSON
 WRITER 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 going out of style
 And he keeps right on a changin' for the better or the worse
 And searchin' for a shrine he's never found
 Never knowin' if believin' is a blessin' or a curse
 Or if the going up is worth to 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 your bars
 And he's traded in tomorrow for today
 Runnin' from the devils Lord and reachin' for the stars
 And losin' all he loved along the way
 But if this world keeps right on turning for the better or the worse
 All he ever gets is older and around
 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...
 There's lotta wrong directions on that lonely way back home