C FC F Am C
Know a man, his face seemed pulled and tense
F C F C F C Am C
Like he's riding on a motorbike, in the strongest winds
F C F C
So I approach with tact; suggest that he should relax
F C F C Am
But he's always moving much too fast
F Am F Am F
Said he'll see me on the flipside, on this trip he's taken for a ride
C F C F C
He's been taking, too much on, there he goes
F C F C Am F C
with his perfectly, unkempt clothes; there he goes
F C 4x
He's yet to come back, but I see his picture F C Am F C F
Doesn't look the same up on the rack, we go way back
Am F Am F
I wonder bout his insides, it's like his thought are too big for his size
C F C F C
He's been taking; where I don't know; off he goes
F C F C Am F C
with his perfectly, unkept hopes; there he goes
F C 4x
F C F C FC
And now I rub my eyes, for he has returned
F C Am F
Seems my preconceptions are what should have been burned
C F C FC
For he still smiles; and he's still strong
F C F C Am
Nothing's changed but the surrounding bullshit; that has grown
F C F C
And now he's home and we're laughing
F C F C F C Am F
Like we always did, my same old, same old friend,
C F C FC
until a quarter to ten, I saw the strain creep in
F C F C Am F
He seemed distracted and I know just what is going to happen next;
C F C
before his first step, he is off again
F C 4x
