Lyrics

[Verse 1]
Been gone for a while, been chasing the wind,
Maui sunsets and the silence within.
But the road don’t hold you when your soul wears thin—
And I started thinking again about Tim.
Tim with the long hair, Tim with the fire,
Tim with a mind that cuts through the mire.
He don’t say much just to fill up the space,
But Tim’s got a way that can level your pace.

[Verse 2]
Tim is a therapist, Tim is a friend,
Tim is the kind you can trust till the end.
Fucking smart as a whip, but he don’t need to shine,
He’ll just hand you a coffee and say, “Take your time.”
He’s helped me through things I don’t even name,
Never asked credit, never played games.
He just shows up like a porch light glow,
And I’ve never known someone more steady below.

[Chorus]
So here’s to Tim, yeah, that man Tim,
The cranky old saint with the six-string hymn.
With Katana the cat and the Prescott sky,
I’m thinking I might just be coming by.
Maybe stay in his house for a little while,
Let the desert remind me how to smile.
’Cause Tim is one of the people I love most—
A real damn one, not a ghost.

[Verse 3]
Tim plays guitar like the strings know pain,
Like they’ve lived through thunder and cried in rain.
He don’t force the moment, he don’t fake a mood,
He just listens like listening’s holy food.
He gets cranky sometimes, yeah, I’ve seen that spark—
But it’s part of his compass, that flame in the dark.
He’s a cat guy too—Katana don’t lie—
She curls up near truth and keeps watch with one eye.

[Bridge]
And I’ve been out here with the waves and stars,
Thinking distance could heal what was written in scars.
But healing ain’t islands, it’s not even time—
It’s a man like Tim saying, “Yeah, you’re fine.”
I might come back and take that spare room,
Let the scent of the desert replace ocean bloom.
Let his music remind me what silence forgot—
That home is a place where you’re asked for not.

[Final Chorus]
So here’s to Tim, with the long wild hair,
With wisdom that lingers in old wooden chairs.
To the good man Tim, the soul who won’t bend,
My brother, my anchor, my therapist-friend.
I’ll be back soon, if the winds are kind,
With a suitcase of songs and a peace to find.
Tim is one of the people I love most—
So here’s to you, Tim. Here’s a heartfelt toast.