The Pilgrim — Chapter 33

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.

Похожие новости.

Кажеш ти я буду не одна І від нас не лишиться сліда (2) Що тобі тепла не дарував Та ночами часто пропадав (2) Приспів: Авіарейс ти полетиш Маєш квиток у невідоме Авіарейс заполониш Простір небес смутком казковим Стала як

We can be strong We can be strong Out on this lonely run On the road to love We can be strong We can be strong Follow that unicorn On the road to love Run, run with her

Feels like time we close the room You're back in town Guess ya heard the news: I'll be gone Turn to cough Twist my arm Call the girls To nurse my charm Yeah, I'm like a child I'm like

Tragic youth was looking young and sexy The tragic youth was wearing tattered black jeans Bearing arms and flaunting all her mischief The tragic youth was going down on me And I swear Woo hoo Yes

Так спой мне песню про любовь Ту, что тогда ты написал, И пусть она, не в глаз так в бровь - Я лучше песни и не знал. Так спой мне песню о друзьях, О тех,