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