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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 

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  

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  

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  
Oh it takes a lifetime 
Oh it takes a lifetime 
Oh it takes 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 

 

 

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