Song Lyrics
Takin ev ry wrong direction on his lonely way back home, there s a lotta wrong directions on that lonely way back home
And reachin for the stars, but if this world keeps right on turnin for the better or the worse
Or if the goin up was worth the comin down, he s a picker
But if this world keeps right on turnin for the better or the worse, from the rockin of the cradle to the rollin of the hearse
there s a lotta wrong directions on that lonely way back home
There s a lotta wrong directions on that lonely way back home, runnin from his devils Kris, wearin yesterday s misfortunes like a smile
And a problem when he s stoned, which he spent like they was goin outa style
Or if the goin up was worth the comin down, and reachin for the stars Pilgrim:, wearin yesterday s misfortunes like a smile
takin ev ry wrong direction on his lonely way back home
partly truth and partly fiction
He s a pusher, he s a pusher, and he keeps right on a changin for the better or the worse
searchin for a shrine he s never found
Or if the goin up was worth the comin down, searchin for a shrine he s never found
and a problem when he s stoned
Which he spent like they was goin outa style, he s a walkin contradiction, and losin all he s loved along the way
He s a pusher, wearin yesterday s misfortunes like a smile, he s a pilgrim and a preacher
he s a walkin contradiction
He s a picker, he s a prophet, and losin all he s loved along the way
which he spent like they was goin outa style
Runnin from his devils, which he spent like they was goin outa style, once he had a future full of money
which he spent like they was goin outa style
and reachin for the stars
He s a pilgrim and a preacher, from the rockin of the cradle to the rollin of the hearse
And he keeps right on a changin for the better or the worse, and he s traded in tomorrow for today
Takin ev ry wrong direction on his lonely way back home, and all he ever gets is older and around, takin ev ry wrong direction on his lonely way back home
Takin ev ry wrong direction on his lonely way back home, he s a prophet
there s a lotta wrong directions on that lonely way back home
He s a pilgrim and a preacher, he s a pilgrim and a preacher Kristofferson, he s a pilgrim and a preacher
and he s traded in tomorrow for today
he s a pilgrim and a preacher
he s a pilgrim and a preacher
Partly truth and partly fiction, see him wasted on the sidewalk in his jacket and his jeans
Runnin from his devils, once he had a future full of money
Runnin from his devils, once he had a future full of money
and all he ever gets is older and around
once he had a future full of money
Searchin for a shrine he s never found, never knowin if believin is a blessin or a curse Chapter, runnin from his devils
Takin ev ry wrong direction on his lonely way back home, he s a prophet, takin ev ry wrong direction on his lonely way back home
He s a prophet, and a problem when he s stoned, takin ev ry wrong direction on his lonely way back home
Or if the goin up was worth the comin down, he s a picker
He has tasted good and evil in your bedrooms and your bars, and a problem when he s stoned, partly truth and partly fiction
he s a pilgrim and a preacher
He s a prophet, he s a prophet Chapter, there s a lotta wrong directions on that lonely way back home
He s a pusher, and he keeps right on a changin for the better or the worse
which he spent like they was goin outa style
he s a walkin contradiction
He s a prophet, but if this world keeps right on turnin for the better or the worse
see him wasted on the sidewalk in his jacket and his jeans
He s a pusher, he s a pusher
and a problem when he s stoned
he s a picker
He s a pilgrim and a preacher, he s a picker
Takin ev ry wrong direction on his lonely way back home, or if the goin up was worth the comin down
and he keeps right on a changin for the better or the worse