THE PILGRIM    WITH KRIS KRISTOFFERSON   WRITER KRIS KRISTOFFERSON         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 knowin' 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 turning for the better or the worse   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...   There's lotta wrong directions on that lonely way back home