Off He Goes

One, two, one, two

Know a man, his face seemed 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 flip-side

On this trip he's taking for a ride

He's been taking too much on

There he goes with his perfectly unkempt 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 unkempt 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