Pearl Jam. Off He Goes

1, 2, 1, 2...
know a man, his face seems pulled and tense
like he's riding on a motorbike in the strongest winds
so i approach with tact
suggest that he should relax
but he's always moving much too fast
said he'll see me on the flipside
on this trip he's taken for a ride
he's been taking 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
it doesn't 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
he's been taken... where, i don't know?
off he goes with his perfectly unkept hope
and 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 he's still strong
nothing's changed, but the surrounding bullshit that has grown
and now he's home
and we're laughing like we always 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 gonna happen next
before his first step
he's off again

Conozco un hombre, su cara parece estirada y tensa...
Como si estuviera montando en moto, contra los mas fuertes vientos...
Así que me aproximo con cuidado, le sugiero que se calme...
Pero él siempre se mueve mucho mas rápido...
Dice que nos encontraremos a la vuelta...
De este viaje que hace para salir...
Ha tomado, demasiado hoy...
Allí va con sus ropas perfectamente descuidadas...
Allí va...
Pronto volverá... pero he visto su foto....
No parece el mismo en la tormenta...
Regresamos, y me pregunto que pasara en su interior...
Es como si sus pensamientos fueran demasiado grandes para su tamaño...
Ha estado, donde no lo sé...
Allí va, con sus esperanzas perfectamente perdidas....
y allí va....
Ahora froto mis ojos, porque ha regresado...
Parece que lo que yo esperaba es lo que debía haber ardido...
Aun sonríe, y aun es fuerte...
Nada ha cambiado excepto la mierda alrededor, que ha crecido...
Y ahora tiene casa, y reímos como siempre....
Mi viejo, viejo amigo...
Hasta las diez menos cuarto...
Vi la tensión acercarse...
Parece distraído y se lo que va a pasar
Antes de su primer sueño...
Por ahí va otra vez...