But if this world keeps right on turnin' for the better or the worse
He's a walkin' contradiction, partly truth and partly fiction
From the rockin' of the cradle to the rollin' of the hearse
Once he had a future full of money, love and dreams
Runnin' from his devils, Lord and reachin' for the stars
Or if the goin' up was worth, the comin' down
He's a walkin' contradiction, partly truth and partly fiction
Never knowin' if believin' is a blessin' or a curse
He has tasted good and evil in your bedrooms and your bars
He's a poet, he's a picker, he's a prophet, he's a pusher
Takin' every wrong direction on his lonely way back home
And he keeps right on a'changin' for the better or the worse
Which he spent like they was goin' outa style
And all he ever gets is older and around
He's a pilgrim and a preacher and a problem when he's stoned
He's a pilgrim and a preacher, and a problem when he's stoned
Searchin' for a shrine, he's never found
And losin' all he's loved along the way
He's a poet, he's a lier, he's a prophet, he's a picker
The goin' up was worth, the comin' down
And he's traded in tomorrow for today
