作词 : 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