Tim Ostdiek - Lyrics

The Lost Days - Lyrics

Ran With The River

I ran with the river with the river I ran
I danced in the mud in the mud I danced
I followed with the voices singing in my head
I ran with the river with the river I ran
From the North Platte to the St. Vrain
I ran with the river with the river I ran

I left my home for the wild unknown
Tired to build a good thing on my own
Threw my fist in the wind drew my name in the sand
I ran with the river with the river I ran
From the North Platte to the St. Vrain
I ran with the river with the river I ran

The River reflects a harvest moon
And it echoes back every stone I threw
With a wandering heart and a gentle hand
I ran with the river with the river I ran
Ran with the river with the river I ran

I ran with the river ran with the river ran with the river ran with the river I ran
I ran with the river ran with the river ran with the river ran with the river I ran
I ran with the river ran with the river ran with the river ran with the river I ran
I ran with the river ran with the river ran with the river ran with the river I ran

I ran with the river with the river I ran
I ran with the river with the river I ran
I ran with the river with the river I ran

Sienna

Sienna she knew nothing of my past
Just asked me for an open heart and a tip jar worth of gas
We'd ride on the evening breeze
Through Rocky Mountains and aspen trees
I was a little lost and so was she
Our paths were bound to cross eventually

Sienna’d seen her headlights fog and dim
Rusty breaks and engine aches from everywhere she’d been
Still, we’d roll into every town
Lay our bodies on the ground
And pretend that we were home once again
With an open sky and a glass of gin

Roll the window down burn the map
Enjoy the view don’t look back
We may win or we may lose
Turn the key, light the fuse
Sienna won't you pull me through

Sienna never stayed in park too long
Sometimes a destination, sometimes on the run
Overheating on the mountainside
Drifting on the snowpack
While I was drifting off around the bend
Smoking my last pack of cigarettes

Roll the window down burn the map
Enjoy the view don’t look back
We may win or we may lose
Turn the key, light the fuse
Sienna won't you pull me through

I'm dusting the snow off your windshield
dreaming of a baby in the back seat
Presents blocking up the rearview
And another soul just as scared as me

Sienna I hope you meet my son
But there's still a few more miles before the lost days are done
I’m still searching for
Something true and something more
Maybe i’ll keep wandering like you
Maybe find a mobile home for two

Roll the window down burn the map
Enjoy the view Don’t look back
We may win or we may lose
Turn the key, light the fuse
Sienna won't you pull me through
Sienna won't you pull me through
Sienna won't you pull me through

Tired of Growing Up by Tim Ostdiek

You thought you’d be wiser by now
Didn’t you kid
With your green eyes glued to the sun
And heart like the wind
You haven’t found one thing
You would miss
You thought you’d be wiser by now
Didn’t you kid

Tired of growing up
Tired of growing old
Tired of going the wrong way down the same road
Tired of being stuck
Between who I am and who I was
Tired of growing up

Thought it’d be simple by now
Didn’t you kid
Went broke on the dive bar scene
One more sip
As soon as the pay came
The pay was spent
Thought it’d be simple by now
Didn’t you kid

Tired of growing up
Tired of growing old
Tired of going the wrong way down the same road
Tired of being stuck
Between who I am and who I was
Tired of growing up

Thought you’d hit the big time by now
Didn’t you kid
Bandstand and the broadway lights
It’s an empty bar instead
Go on put on your apron
Put in another shift
You thought you’d hit the big time by now
Didn’t you kid

Tired of growing up
Tired of growing old
Tired of going the wrong way down the same road
Tired of being stuck
Between who I am and who I was
Tired of growing up

Hymn #27 by Tim Ostdiek

Shame shame shame
I know you're voice
It's been inked in my brain
and I don't have a choice
but listen to your song
And believe that I am lost
Shame shame shame
I know your voice

Regret regret regret
I see you smile
From across the room with a boy in the brown argile
I wonder who I was
When I was somebody in love
regret regret regret
i see you smile

Mistakes mistakes mistakes
I've made a few
I'd still trade everything I need for something new
I'm trying harder every day
but still caught up in the race
Mistakes mistakes mistakes
I've made a few

Love love love
I want to feel your skin
Want to show you all my
darkness and let your light in
Want to let go of my pride
Want to look you in the eye
I want to dance under morning stars
and know exactly who you are
I want to feel it in my blood
I want to know that I’m enough
Love love love love love
Love love love love love
Love love love love love

Takes a Lifetime

I've been drinking too much wine and staying out at night
But I don’t wanna face the sun don’t wanna act right
Takes committing some crime sometimes to feel alive
Takes a couple black eyes to know you don’t want to fight

Takes a lifetime to learn how to live takes a lifetime
Takes a long time shed old skin takes a long time
Takes a war to know you want peace though you might leave behind a few casualties
Takes a lifetime to learn how to live takes a lifetime

I know I can’t afford that perfect love
The one that’d catch your eye in store font
Gonna find one worn and torn and scared and scuffed
That’ll teach me to give even more when I don’t have enough

Start to see through the haze in this dive bar
Stumble outside and stare at the stars
Stop trying to figure out just what you are
As roses bloom they also thorn
An oak tree grows from an acorn...
In a lifetime

Giving Up by Tim Ostdiek & Caitlin Cannon

Tried to give more than once
Tried to listen more than talk
With every step I got a little more lost
I tried walk the walk

Tried to break into the club
Tried to be that tough
Some know how bad I wanted it some know how much
You know I didn’t want it bad enough

If I can make myself believe
I don’t have the need
Not in my blood, not in my guts
Giving up
Wouldn’t hurt as much

Tried to help you understand
To get along and just agree
But I couldn’t get myself to want the life I had
And we both know I always leave

If I could make myself believe
I don’t have the need
Not in my blood, not in my guts
Giving up
Wouldn’t hurt as much

And I’m almost running empty, only got one change of clothes
Paper’s burned down to the filter of my smoke
Looking back at all the ashes of the things I set ablaze
Well I’d be better off without that stuff I’d blow up anyways

If I can make myself believe
I don’t have the need
Not in my blood, not in my guts
Giving up
Wouldn’t hurt as much
Not in my blood, not in my guts
Not in my blood, not in my guts
Giving up
Wouldn’t hurt as much
Yeah Giving up
Wouldn’t hurt as much

All Figured Out

In a studio apartment above the union bar
We were two drunk kids just staring at the stars
Smoking cigarettes through plastic straws
Keeping a beat with our broken hearts
two drunk kids just staring at the stars

In a tiny little town, all tangled in regret
Trying to be someone no one has heard of yet
In skinny jeans and prom suit vests
Bragging about some backseat sex
Trying to be someone no one has heard of yet

We had it all figured out all figured out all figured out

In a 99 civic blaring such great heights
There was nothing we were afraid to leave behind
You were dressed up like a circus clown
In converse sneakers and a graduation gown
There was nothing we were afraid to leave behind

We had it all figured out all figured out
We had it all figured out all figured out
We had it all figured out all figured out All Figured out

We were gonna leave that town in the dust
Windows down Tom Petty turned up
The world in front of us
We could only see it all
Every airplane passing by
Every bird lost in the sky
Every speck of dust in the headlights

In that tired town, there's still not much to do
Whenever I go back I think of you
On the dirt road headed out of town
There's a cross and a wilted rose on the ground
I still can’t help but think of you

We had it all figured out all figured out
We had it all figured out all figured out
We had it all figured out all figured out All Figured out

Whisper in the Wind by Tim Ostdiek

All the time I've wasted
On hope wouldn't grow
All the seeds that I've scattered
Where do they go

I was born to take the hard road
And any shortcut I can find
I’ve been running away from sorrow
I won’t be left behind

I belong to the whisper of the wind
I belong to the curves and the cracks in my skin
I belong to the dirt in my nails
The tracks in my trail
I belong I belong to the wind

My grandpa was a farmer
With a lifetime worth of land
Every spring he'd sew a million
tiny wishes from his hand

Give it time and give it water
Let the soil soak in the sun
Another callous on his
hand when the day was done

I belong to the whisper of the wind
I belong to the curves and the cracks in my skin
I belong to the dirt in my nails
The tracks in my trail
I belong I belong to the wind

Like a tumbleweed rolling on dry earth
These wheels are spinnin' westward bound
Tail lights fade into a blur
Chasing down a dream that can’t be found
I'm alone but I ain't scared
and I'm lost but I'm on my way

On a phonebook in the front seat
My grandpa let me take wheel
Turn the key
I could feel the roar of that Oldsmobile

I belong to the whisper of the wind
I belong to the curves and the cracks in my skin
I belong to the dirt in my nails
The tracks in my trail
I belong I belong to the wind

Off the Vine by Tim Ostdiek

I planted me a little garden
A couple simple things to grow
Cucumber zucchini tomatoes
and a couple rows of corn
We check in every morning
A little water from the pot
It's growing slowly except for the squash
It's little harder than I thought

My mama said might take little time
But it sure tastes sweet off the vine

I made a little dinner
For a girl I just met
Grilled salmon Greens from the garden with vinaigrette
The salmon was dry
Salad was stale
One look in her eye couldn’t disguise
That it didn’t go well

My father said might take a couple tries
Let it marinate overnight

I been thinking bout the winter
About my parents growing old
I been thinking about the sun rising and falling
And children of my own
How do you trust what you don't know
How do you love and let go
How do you weather the cold
find the strength to let a good thing grow

My mama said might take little time
Sometimes it takes water and sometimes wine
Yeah it might take a little time
But it sure tastes sweet off the vine