Off He Goes

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 the he should relax
But he's always moving much too fast

Said he'll see me on the flip side
On this trip he's taken for a ride
He's been taking too much on
There 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
He seems distracted
And I know just what is gonna happen next
Before his first step
He is off again