Pilgrim Chapter 33 — текст песни (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 walkin` contradiction partly truth and partly fiction
Taking ever 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 turnin` for the better or the worse
All he ever gets is older and around
From the rockin` of the cradle to the rollin` of the hearse
The going up was worth the coming down
He`s a poet...