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