One, two, one, two, three, four...
Know a man...his face seemed pulled and tense...
Like hes riding on a motorbike in the strongest winds...
So I approach with tact...suggest that he should relax...
But hes always movin much too fast...
Said hell see me on the flipside
On this trip hes taken for a ride
Hes been takin too much on...
There he goes with his perfectly unkept clothes
There he goes...
Hes yet to come back...but Ive seen his picture...
It doesnt look the same up on the racks...
We go way back...
I wonder bout his insides...
Its like his thoughts are too big for his size...
Hes been taken...where, I dont know?
Off he goes with his perfectly unkept hope...
There he goes...
And now I rub my eyes...for he has returned...
Seems my preconceptions are what should have been burned...
For he still smiles...and hes still strong...
Nothings changed, but the surrounding bullshit, that has grown...
And now hes home, and were laughing, like we always did...
My same old, same old friend...
Until a quarter-to-ten...
I saw the strain creep in...
He seems distracted and I know just what is gonna happen next...
Before his first step...he is off again...