A Minor In Psychology

Off He Goes. Return

Know a man, his face seems pulled and tense
Like hes riding on a motorbike in the strongest winds
So I approach with tact, suggest that he should relax
But hes always moving much too fast

Said hell see me on the flipside
On this trip hes taken for a ride
Hes been taking too much on ...
There he goes with his perfectly unkept clothes
There he goes...

Hes yet to come back, but I see his picture
Doesnt look the same up on the rack
We go way back

I wonder about 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 clothes
And there he goes...

And now I rub my eyes, for he has returned!
Seems my preconceptions are what should have been burned
For I still smiles, and hes still strong Nothings changed, But the surrounding bullshit That has grown And now hes home, and Were laughing like we always did My same old, same old friend Until a quarter-to-ten I saw the strain creep in He Seemed distracted and I just know What is gonna happen next Before His first step, hes off again

Laj Hakkinen, Mexico 1982