Searching for a shrine he's never found.... RIP sweetheart

not gonna be able to sleep for a few weeks with this shit echoing in my head. still wishing this was some terrible joke

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

And hes traded in tomorrow for today

runnin from his devils, Lord

and reachin for the stars

losin all he loved along the way

but if this world keeps right on turnin

for the better or the worse, all he ever gets is older and around

from the rockin of the cradle

to the rollin of the hearse

the going up was worth the 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

takin every wrong direction on his lonely way back home




not sure ill ever be able to listen to this song without trying not to cry