Pilgrim Chapter 33

<br>See him wasted on the sidewalk in his jacket and his jeans<br>Wearin` yesterday`s misfortunes like a smile<br>Once he had a future full of money love and dreams<br>Which he spent like they was going out of style<br>And he keeps right on a changin` for the better or the worse<br>And searchin` for a shrine he`s never found<br>Never knowin` if believin` is a blessin` or a curse<br>Or if the going up is worth to coming down<br>He`s a poet he`s a picker he`s a prophet he`s a pusher<br>He`s a pilgrim and a preacher and a problem when he`s stoned<br>He`s a walkin` contradiction partly truth and partly fiction<br>Taking ever wrong direction on his lonely way back home<br><br>He has tasted good and evil in your bedrooms and your bars<br>And he`s traded in tomorrow for today<br>Runnin` from the devils Lord and reachin` for the stars<br>And losin` all he loved along the way<br>But if this world keeps right on turnin` for the better or the worse<br>All he ever gets is older and around<br>From the rockin` of the cradle to the rollin` of the hearse<br>The going up was worth the coming down<br>He`s a poet...