This song makes me feel bittersweet.

One...Two...One...Two
Know a man
His face seemed pulled and tense
Like hes ridin on a motorbike
In the strongest winds
So I approach with tact
Suggest that he should relax
But hes movin much too fast

Said hell see me on the flip side
On this trip hes taken for a ride
Hes been takin too much on
There he goes with his perfectly unkept hope
There he goes

Hes yet to come back
But I seen his picture
It doesnt look the same up on the rack
We go way back
I wonder bout his insides
Its like his thoughts are too big for his size

Hes been taken...where, I dont know
Off he goes with his perfectly unkept hope
There he goes

And now I rub my eyes, for he has returned
Seems my preconceptions are what should have been burned
For he still smiles... And hes still strong
Nothing changed but the surroundin bullshit
That has grown

And now hes home and were laughin
Like we 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

Before his first step, hes off again