G	G	G	G
See him	wasted on the	sidewalk in his	jacket and his	jeans

	C	C	G	G
Wearing	yesterday's mis	fortunes like a	smile

	C	C	G	Em
	Once he had a	future full of	money, love, and	dreams

	A7	A7	D	D
Which he	spent like they were	going outa	style

	G	G	G	G
And he	keeps right on a	changing for the	better or the	worse

	C	D	G	G
	Searching for a	shrine he's never	found

	C	C	G	G
Never	knowing if	believing is a	blessing or a	curse

	C	D	G	G
Or if the	going up was	worth the coming	down

	C	C	G	G
He's a	poet, he's a	picker, he's a	prophet, he's a	pusher

	D	D	D	G
He's a	pilgrim and a	preacher, and a	problem when he's	stoned

	C	C	G	G
He's a	walking contra	diction, partly	truth and partly	fiction

	D	D	D	G	G
Taking	every wrong	direction on his	lonely way back	home

	A	A	A	A
He has	tasted good and	evil in your	bedrooms and your	bars

	D	D	A	A
And he's	traded in	tomorrow for	today

	D	D	A	F#m
	Running from his	devils, Lord, and	reaching for the	stars

	B7	B7	E	E
And	losing all he's	loved along the	way

	A	A	A	A
But if this	world keeps right on	turning for the	better or the	worse

	D	E	A	A
And all	he ever gets is	older and	around

	D	D	A	A
From the	rocking of the	cradle to the	rolling of the	hearse

	D	E	A	A
The	going up was	worth the coming	down

	D	D	A	A
He's a	poet, he's a	liar, he's a	prophet, he's a	dreamer

	E	E	E	A
He's a	pilgrim and a	preacher, and a	problem when he's	stoned

	D	D	A	A
He's a	walking contra	diction, partly	truth and partly	fiction

	E	E	E	A	A
Taking	every wrong	direction on his	lonely way back	home

	E	E	E	A:coda riff
	There's a lotta wrong	directions on that	lonely way back	home