One two, one two
Know a man...his face seems 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 always moving much too fast...
Said he'll see me on the flip side...of this trip he's taken for a ride.
He's been takin'...too much on...off 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 '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'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