Hapter 33 Testo

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❝ outa style--
And he keeps right on a❝changin❝ for the better or the worse,
Searchin❝ 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 comin❝ down--
Chorus:
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,
Takin❝ ev❝ry 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 comin❝ down--
Chorus:
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,
Takin❝ ev❝ry wrong direction on his lonely way back home.
There❝s a lotta wrong directions on that lonely way back home.