Know a man, his face seemed 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



And I wonder bout his insides

Its like his thoughts are too big for his size

He's been taken, where I don't know

There 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've 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 going to happen next

Before his first step, He's off again