作词 : Kris Kristofferson 作曲 : Kris Kristofferson See him wasted on the sidewalk In his jacket and his jeans Wearing 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 Then he keeps right on a changing For the better or the worse Searching for a shrine he's never found Never knowing if believing is a blessing or a curse Or if the going up was worth the 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 walking contradiction Partly truth and partly fiction Taking every 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 Running from his devils, lord Reaching for the stars Losing all his loves along the way But if this world keeps right on turning For the better or the worse All he ever gets is older and around From the rocking of the cradle To the rolling of the hearse The going up was worth the 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 walking contradiction Partly truth and partly fiction Taking every wrong direction on his lonely way back home
There's a lot of wrong directions on that lonely way back home
作词 : Kris Kristofferson 作曲 : Kris Kristofferson See him wasted on the sidewalk In his jacket and his jeans Wearing 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 Then he keeps right on a changing For the better or the worse Searching for a shrine he's never found Never knowing if believing is a blessing or a curse Or if the going up was worth the 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 walking contradiction Partly truth and partly fiction Taking every 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 Running from his devils, lord Reaching for the stars Losing all his loves along the way But if this world keeps right on turning For the better or the worse All he ever gets is older and around From the rocking of the cradle To the rolling of the hearse The going up was worth the 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 walking contradiction Partly truth and partly fiction Taking every wrong direction on his lonely way back home
There's a lot of wrong directions on that lonely way back home
