Tim

[Verse 1]
Tim, he had a way
Of reeling people in
In a crowded bar
It was just you and Tim

[Verse 2]
Tim he knew the drill
He’d been around the block
With his bass guitar
He’d rock

[Verse 3]
He had this calling card
That Charles & Andrew printed up
“Let God sort ’em out," that’s what it said
Let Tim fill up your cup

[Verse 4]
Tim he moved away
Trying to keep the country cool
Toronto needed work
He took that town to school
(It was a form of public service)

[Chorus 1]
It was there he met his love
A gal he’d known for years
When she said his name
Tim, he was all ears

[Verse 5]
He was not as tall
As our other Tim
Miniature, not small
Chuck, he nicknamed him

[Verse 6]
When Tim was holding court
Hе was not quick to judge
He knew wе’d make mistakes
Everybody does

[Chorus 2]
We’d talk about baseball
Jim Thompson and Revolution Rock
We’d talk about anything at all
Man, we would talk
But sometimes when he spoke
He was just blowing smoke
And that was alright

[Verse 7]
Tim was in a band
We used to share a space
When my patch cords went missing
I’d find them in his case

[Chorus 3]
Then somebody stole his bass
Out the back of the Marquee
If that prick is playing gigs
He’d better play for free
Play for free, play for free

[Verse 7]
Tim, he gave a shit
Except when he did not
He called it like he saw it
And damn, he saw a lot

[Verse 8]
Oh we miss you Tim
Yeah, we miss you Tim
Hey brother, I’m with him
I’m hanging here with Tim

[Chorus 3]
Oh we miss you Tim
Yeah, we miss you Tim
Babe, leave on a light
I’ll be home late tonight
I’m catching up with Tim

[Verse 9]
I’d meet him at the Swan
Every time I’d hit The Smoke
Now both of them are gone
This ain’t a funny joke

[Chorus 4]
Oh we miss you Tim
Yeah, we miss you Tim
Tim, Tim
Tim, Tim

[Outro]
A rock & roll heart parts the clouds
Lights the dark, carving a path
It’s ragged, but right you are
From the sweet mess of youth

To the old Double Deuce
Where the Angels would sit
Most nights at the bar
The cut got the press

But you’d rather see the scar
A smoke or a drink
Never far out of hand
Forget the lead singer
Let’s talk ‘bout the band

Nowhere to go but up
So we’ll start in the pub
And end in the clouds
And to call you a friend
Makes me proud