And he keeps right on a'changing, for the better or the worse
Searching for a shrine he's never found
Never knowing if believing, is a blessing or a curse
Or if the goin' up was worth the comin' down
He's a poet, an' he's a picker, he's a prophet, an' 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