Know a man...his face seems 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... unkept clothes... there he goes...

He's yet [bad word] back...but I've seen his picture
Doesn't look the same up on the rack...we go way back...

I wonder bout his insides...
Its 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 [bad word] 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 [bad word] .. 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 gonna happen next

Before his first step... he is off again