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Know a manhis face seemed pulled and tense
Like he's riding on a motorbike in the strongest winds
So I approach with tactsuggest that he should relax
But he's always movin' much too fast
Said he'll see me on the flipside
On this trip he's taken for a ride
He's been takin' too much on
There he goes with his perfectly unkept clothes
There he goes
He's yet to come backbut I've seen his picture
It doesn't look the same up on the racks
We go way back
I wonder 'bout his insides
It's like his thoughts are too big for his size
He's been takenwhere, I don't know?
Off he goes with his perfectly unkept hope
There he goes
And now I rub my eyesfor he has returned
Seems my preconceptions are what should have been burned
For he still smilesand 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 stephe is off again