About Time

It's about time.
I've been gone for so long.
Before I run out of rhymes,
let me sing you this song.
It took me eight years to write.
I know that's quite a while.
I hope it is worth the wait.
I hope it will make you smile.

PRE-CHORUS:
So please confirm when I get there
if, for each other, we still care
as much as we did long ago
when I had yet to see white snow.
I'm just not sure how at ease I'll be
when, finally, you'll be next to me.
Will we be like friends of old?
Or, to each other, have we turned cold?

CHORUS:
It is about time.
Oh friend, are you fine?
What have you done
in the years that I was gone?
I know that a lot has changed.
Are we still on the same page?
What have you done my friend?
What have you, what have you done?

It's about time.
It's time to free myself.
It's time to reclaim the joy
of our friendship that's been shelved.
How long has it been since we
talked about each other's lives?
I honestly know no more
if we are still that tight.

PRE-CHORUS.
CHORUS.

Fin'lly, it is time.
I can see that you're fine.
Must be only your age
that changed with you and your life.
But mine took a whole different turn.
I lost most what I'd earned.
By that, I mean you my friend.
That's why I'm glad now that I have returned.