See him wasted on the sidewalk in his jacket and his jeans
他穿着夹克和牛仔裤醉倒在人行道上
Wearin'yesterday's misfortunes like a smile
微笑着面对昨天的不幸
Once he had a future full of money love and dreams
曾经的他拥有充满金钱爱情和梦想的生活
Which he spent like they was going out of style
他挥霍无度
And he keeps right on a changin'for the better or the worse
不幸的是一切总是在改变,变好抑或变坏
And searchin'for a shrine he's never found
他一直在寻觅着一个从未出现过的神殿
Never knowin'if believin'is a blessin'or a curse
而他可能永远不会得知这一切是对是错,是困苦还是豁达
Or if the going up is worth to coming down
这样的疑虑不断地在他周围循环与徘徊
He's a poet he's a picker he's a prophet he's a pusher
他是诗人是采集者是先知是推动者
He's a pilgrim and a preacher and a problem when he's stoned
他是一个朝圣者一个传教士,当他喝醉的时候是一个麻烦
He's a walking contradiction partly truth and partly fiction
矛盾常伴随着他,真实抑或虚幻
Taking every wrong direction on his lonely way back home
孤独的他开始往回走去但方向早已迷失
He has tasted good and evil in your bedrooms and your bars
她所给予的爱情与肉体使他沉迷,他背负着她的重与轻
And he's traded in tomorrow for today
他将未来所能得到的一切救赎今天
Runnin'from the devils lord and reachin'for the stars
他开始逃离那困苦之地,向神殿所在之地行进
And losin'all he loved along the way
抵达之前无尽的幽暗、黎明的深渊与他相伴
But if this world keeps ringt on turning for the better or the wores
一切没有像他所预料那般为之改变
All he ever gets is older and around
他日渐苍老四处游荡
From the rocking of the cradle to the rolling of the hearse
新生与消亡,摇篮与灵车
The going up was worth the coming down
天堂与地狱,困苦与豁达
He's poet he's a picker he's a prophet he's a pusher
他是诗人是采集者是先知是推动者
He's a pilgrim and a preacher and a problem when he's stoned
他是一个朝圣者一个传教士,当他喝醉的时候是个麻烦
He's a walking contradiction partly truth and partly fiction
矛盾常伴随着他真实抑或虚幻
Taking every wrong direction on his lonely way back home
孤独的他开始往回走去但方向早已迷失
Taking every wrong direction on his lonely way back home
孤独的他开始往回走去但方向早已迷失