One...Two...One...Two

Know a man

His face seemed pulled and tense

Like he's ridin' on a motorbike

In the strongest winds

So I approach with tact

Suggest that he should relax

But he's movin' much too fast

Said he'll see me on the flip side

On this trip he's taken for a ride

He's been takin' too much on

There he goes with his perfectly unkept hope

There he goes

He's yet to come back

But I seen his picture

It 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 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 he's still strong

Nothing changed but the surroundin' bullshit

That has grown

And now he's home and we're laughin'

Like we 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