See him wasted on the sidewalk in his jacket and his jeans/Wearing yesterdays 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-changing for the better or the worse And searching for a shirne he's never found/Never knowing if believing is a blessing or a curse/Or if the going up is 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 walking contradiction/Partly truth and partly fiction/Talking 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, and reaching for the stars And losing all he loved along the way/But if this world keeps right on turning 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 Prilgrim》by Kris Kristofferson