See him wasted on the sidewalk in His jacket and his jeans Wearing 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 changing For the better or the worse And searching for a shrine He's never found Never knowing if believing Is a blessing 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 Running from his devils Lord And reaching for the stars And losing all he loved along the way But if this world keeps right On turning for the better or the worse And 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 He's a prophet He's a pusher 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

It's quarter to three, there's no one in the place except you and me So, set 'em up, Joe, I got a little story I think you should know We're drinkin', my friend, to the end of a brief episode Make it one for my baby and one more for the road I got the routine, put another nickel in the machine Feelin' so bad, wish you'd make the music easy and sad I could tell you a lot, but you've got to be true to your code Just make it one for my baby and one more for the road You'd never know it but buddy, I'm a kind of poet And I got a lot of things I'd like to say And when I'm gloomy, won't you listen to me? 'Til it's all talked away Well, that's how it goes and Joe I know you're gettin' anxious to close So, thanks for the cheer, I hope you didn't mind my bendin' your ear But this torch that I found must be drowned or it soon might explode So, make it one for my baby and one more for the road The long, it's so long The long, very long

One For My Baby It's quarter to three, There's no one in the place Except you and me So set 'em' up Joe, I got a little story I think you should know We're drinking my friend, To the end of a brief episode Make it one for my baby And one more for the road I got the routine, put another nickel In the machine Feeling so bad, won't you make the music Easy and sad I could tell you a lot, but it's not In a gentleman's code Just make it one for my baby And one more for the road You'd never know it, But buddy I'm a kind of poet And I've got a lot of things I'd like to say And when I'm gloomy, won't ya listen to me Till it's talked away Well, that's how it goes, And Joe I know your gettin' Anxious to close Thanks for the cheer I hope you didn't mind My bending your ear But this torch that I found, It's gotta be drowned Or it's soon might explode Make it one for my baby And one more for the road Long, it's so long, winding road

I've never been here before But I'm comin' back tomorrow For the real pain, a cold rain again Nice day for a crucifixion Heard a new prediction That we can all be saved, so I'll have One more for the road Oh play it again One more for the road Never heard this before That a child can tell who's evil But it's a good thing if we sing along Cold day, we can make a fire Burn another liar Can witches ever die? Hey let's burn One more for the road Gimme the same again One more for the road Well I've never been here before And the room is really empty But there's a big line waiting for the show Nice day for an execution Another wrong conclusion But someone's got to pay, so let's burn One more for the road Oh play it again One more for the road There's a child who just sees evil And a man who just loves pain But I've heard that we can't save them So gimme me the same again There's a cross that you can't carry 'Cause it's heavier than hell And if you should meet your maker Just pray that he won't yell One more for the road One more for the road Play it again One more for the road