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 of this trip he's taken for a ride
He's been takin' too much on off he goes
with his perfectly un--kept clothes there he goes
He's yet to come back but I see his picture
Doesn't look the same up on the rack we go way back
I wonder 'bout his insides it's like his thoughts are too big for his size
He's been taken Where? I don't know off he goes
with his perfectly un--kept 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 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 seemed distracted and I know just what is going to hap-pen next
Before his first step he is off again