See him wasted on the sidewalk in his jacket and his jeans
Wearin' 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
And he keeps right on a changin' for the better or the
worse

And searchin' for a shrine he's never found
Never knowing if believin' is a blessin' or a curse
Or if the going up is worth to 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
Runnin' from the devils Lord and reachin' for the
stars

And losin' all he loved along the way
But if this world keeps right on turnin' for the better or
the worse

And 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...
[ guitar ]