The Pilgrim, Chapter 33(Live At The Philharmonic) - Kris Kristofferson
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-changing for the better or the worse
Searching 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 coming down
He's a poet and he's a picker he's a prophet and 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
Takin' 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 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 coming down
He's a poet and he's a lier he's a prophet he's a dreamer
He's a pilgrim and a preacher and a problem when he's stoned
He's a walking contradiction partly truth and partly fiction
Takin' every wrong direction on his lonely way back home
There's a lotta wrong directions in this down hardship