On my way to vegas for work.. \u00a0 \u00a0got the Pearl Jam song ‘off he goes\u00a0‘ buzzing in my brain.. \u00a0 one of my favorites<\/p>\n
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1, 2, 1, 2…<\/em>
\nknow a man, his face seems pulled and tense<\/em>
\nlike he’s riding on a motorbike in the strongest winds<\/em>
\nso i approach with tact<\/em>
\nsuggest that he should relax<\/em>
\nbut he’s always moving much too fast<\/em>
\nsaid he’ll see me on the flipside<\/em>
\non this trip he’s taken for a ride<\/em>
\nhe’s been taking too much on<\/em>
\nthere he goes with his perfectly unkept clothes<\/em>
\nthere he goes…<\/em>
\nhe’s yet to come back\u00a0<\/em>
\nbut i’ve seen his picture<\/em>
\nit doesn’t look the same up on the rack<\/em>
\nwe go way back<\/em>
\ni wonder about his insides<\/em>
\nits like his thoughts are too big for his size<\/em>
\nhe’s been taken… where, i don’t know?<\/em>
\noff he goes with his perfectly unkept hope<\/em>
\nand there he goes…<\/em>
\nand now i rub my eyes, for he has returned<\/em>
\nseems my preconceptions are what should have been burned<\/em>
\nfor he still smiles…\u00a0<\/em>
\nand he’s still strong<\/em>
\nnothing’s changed, but the surrounding bullshit that has grown<\/em>
\nand now he’s home<\/em>
\nand we’re laughing like we always did<\/em>
\nmy same old, same old friend<\/em>
\nuntil a quarter-to-ten<\/em>
\ni saw the strain creep in<\/em>
\nhe seems distracted and i know just what is gonna happen next<\/em>
\nbefore his first step<\/em>
\nhe’s off again<\/em><\/p>\n<\/p><\/blockquote>\n