verse 1
C
See him wasted on the sidewalk in his jacket and his jeans,
F G7 C
Wearin' yesterday's misfortunes like a smile
F C C9/B Am
Once he had a future full of money, love, and dreams,
D7 D7 G
Which he spent like they was goin' outa style
C
And he keeps right on a'changin' for the better or the worse,
F G7 C
He's Searchin' for a shrine he's never found
F C
Never knowin' if believin' is a blessin' or a curse,
F G C
Or if the goin' up was worse than comin' down
F
He's a poet, he's a picker
C
He's a prophet, he's a pusher
G C
He's a pilgrim and a preacher, and a problem when he's stoned
F C
He's a walkin' contradiction, partly truth and partly fiction,
G C
Takin' ev'ry wrong direction on his lonely way back home.
verse 2
D
He has tasted good and evil in your bedrooms and your bars,
G A7sus4 D
And he's traded in tomorrow for today
G D Bm
Runnin' from his devils, Lord, and reachin' for the stars,
E7 A
And losin' all he's loved along the way
D
But if this world keeps right on turnin' for the better or the worse,
G A D
And all he ever gets is older and around
G D
From the rockin' of the cradle to the rollin' of the hearse,
G A D
The goin' up was worth the comin' down
G
He's a poet, he's a picker
D
He's a prophet, he's a pusher
A D
He's a pilgrim and a preacher, and a problem when he's stoned--
G D
He's a walkin' contradiction, partly truth and partly fiction,
A D
Takin' ev'ry wrong direction on his lonely way back home.
A
There's a lotta wrong directions on that lonely way back home.