Off He Goes

Know a man. His face seen 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 taking for a ride
He's been taking too much on
There he goes with his perfectly unkept clothes
And 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
Oh, we go way back
I wonder about his insides
It's 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
And there he goes
Oh, and now I rub my eyes for he has returned
It 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
Oh, 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 is off again
Here we go