Know a man,
His face seems pulled and tense
Like he's riding on a motorbike
In the strongest winds
So i approach with tact
Suggest that he should relax
But he's always moving much too fast
Said he'll see me on the flipside
On this trip he's taken for a ride
He's been taking too much on
There he goes with his perfectly
Unkept clothes
There he goes
He's yet to come back
But I've seen his picture
It doesn't look the same up on the rack
We go way back
I wonder about his insides
Its like his thoughts are too big
For his size
He's been taken
Where, i don't know?
Off he goes with his perfectly
Unkept hope
And 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 he's still strong
Nothing's changed,
But the surrounding bullshit
That has grown
And now he's home
And we're 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's off again