One...Two...One...Two Know a man His face seemed pulled and tense Like he's ridin' on a motorbike In the strongest winds So I approach with tact Suggest that he should relax But he's always movin' much too fast
Said he'll see me on the flip side 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 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 clothes There he goes
And now I rub my eyes, for he has returned It seems my preconceptions are what should have been burned For he still smiles... And he's still strong Nothing's changed but the surroundin' bullshit That has grown
And now he's home and we're laughin' 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 going to happen next