Pilgrim Lyrics

See him wasted on the sidewalk, in his jacket and his jeans

Wearing 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 changing, for the better or the worse

Searching for a shrine he's never found

Never knowing if believing, is a blessing or a curse

Or if the going up was worth, the 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

Running from his demons, and reaching for the stars

And losing all he loved, along the way

But if this world keeps right on turning, for the better or the worse

And 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, 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