One... Two... One... TwoKnow a man
His face seemed pulled and tense
Like he's riding on a motorbike
So I approach with tact
Suggest that he should relax
But he's always moving much too fastOn 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
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 goesAnd 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
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
He seems distracted and I know just what is going to happen next
Before his first step,
He's off again
