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 看到他在他的夹克，他的牛仔裤浪费在人行道上

And he keeps right on a changin' for the better or the worse 穿着45号球衣“昨日的不幸就像一个微笑

And searchin' for a shrine he's never found 一旦他有未来充满了金钱的爱情与梦想

Never knowin' if believin' is a blessin' or a curse 这是他花了像他们正想出风格

Or if the going up is worth to coming down 和他保持正确的向好或差了起了变化“

He's a poet he's a picker he's a prophet he's a pusher 和Searchin的一个神龛，他从来没有发现

He's a pilgrim and a preacher and a problem when he's stoned 从来没有深深地知道如果believin 是blessin 还是祸

He's a walking contradiction partly truth and partly fiction 或者，如果往上走，值得下来

Taking every wrong direction on his lonely way back home 他是一个诗人，他是一个选择器，他是一个先知，他的推杆

He has tasted good and evil in your bedrooms and your bars 他是一个朝圣者和一位牧师和一个问题，当他砸死

And he's traded in tomorrow for today 他是一个矛盾的行走部分的真理，部分小说

Runnin' from the devils Lord and reachin' for the stars 以每一个错误的方向在他孤独的路回家

And losin' all he loved along the way 他已尝遍了在你的卧室，你的酒吧善恶

But if this world keeps right on turning for the better or the worse 他在明天为今天的交易

All he ever gets is older and around 天边从鬼子的主，要触摸星星

From the rocking of the cradle to the rolling of the hearse 和失去感到所有他一路走来爱

The going up was worth the coming down 但是，如果这个世界上保持正确的转向变得更好或更坏

He's a poet he's a picker... 所有他曾经获得是老年人和周围

There's lotta wrong directions on that lonely way back home 从摇篮到灵车的滚动摇摆