2 Guys Named Tim

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

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