Tim - Joel Plaskett

Tim, he had a way

Of reeling people in

In a crowded bar

It was just you and Tim

Tim he knew the drill

He’d been around the block

With his bass guitar

He’d rock

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

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)

It was there he met his love

A gal he’d known for years

When she said his name

Tim, he was all ears

He was not as tall

As our other Tim

Miniature, not small

Chuck, he nicknamed him

When Tim was holding court

H was not quick to judge

He knew w’d make mistakes

Everybody does

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

Tim was in a band

We used to share a space

When my patch cords went missing

I’d find them in his case

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

Tim, he gave a shit

Except when he did not

He called it like he saw it

And damn, he saw a lot

Oh we miss you Tim

Yeah, we miss you Tim

Hey brother, I’m with him

I’m hanging here with Tim

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

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

Oh we miss you Tim

Yeah, we miss you Tim

Tim, Tim

Tim, Tim

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