****** 1, 2, 1, 2...<br>Know a man, his face seems pulled and tense<br>Like he's riding on a motorbike in the strongest winds<br>So i approach with tact<br>Suggest that he should relax<br>But he's always moving much too fast<br>Said he'll see me on the flipside<br>On this trip he's taken for a ride<br>He's been taking too much on<br>There he goes with his perfectly unkept clothes<br>There he goes...<br>He's yet to come back <br>But i've seen his picture<br>It doesn't look the same up on the rack<br>We go way back<br>I wonder about his insides<br>Its like his thoughts are too big for his size<br>He's been taken... where, i don't know?<br>Off he goes with his perfectly unkept hope<br>And there he goes...<br>And now i rub my eyes, for he has returned<br>Seems my preconceptions are what should have been burned<br>For he still smiles... <br>And he's still strong<br>Nothing's changed, but the surrounding bullshit that has grown<br>And now he's home<br>And we're laughing like we always did<br>My same old, same old friend<br>Until a quarter-to-ten<br>I saw the strain creep in<br>He seems distracted and i know just what is gonna happen next<br>Before his first step<br>He's off again<br> |