2 Guys Named Tim - Mark Bryan

Timmy and I were wailin'

Down Ketucci’s last a.m.

With gufs and drafts and words of hope

And sleep around the bend

Throw the curtain back, take in the fresh air

Let the radio remind you

Listen to the things we say when we should be asleep

The purity of consciousness will never run as deep

Throw the curtain back, step inside my mind

Stroll around the grounds for hours

Every night she comes to me in conversation and in dream

I’m lonely as I’ll ever be, at least I’m goin' home

Timmy and I were never more aware

Of what went wrong

So we pulled anchor for the shore

We’d been here for too long

Troll the outer banks, work against the tide

Float until your problems drift away

Every night she comes to me in conversation and in dream

I’m lonely as I’ll ever be, at least I’m goin' home

Throw the curtain back, take in the fresh air

Let the radio remind you

Every night she comes to me in conversation and in dream

I’m lonely as I’ll ever be, at least I’m goin' home