I appear like out of nowhere
When the winds decide to turn
And I talk this and that about myself
It doesn't even cross my mind
That I could silently listen
How you are doing, my friend
Somewhere
I always hurry
I would call,
But I rarely have time
My friend, my friend
I hope I didn't arrive too late
My friend, my friend
Why didn't I ever tell there's nothing more important than you
I don't answer to your messages
Or to your crêpe party invitations
When you try to arrange time for us
And then, once a year,
When I decide to be there
I'm cranky again, like a hungry bogeyman
Somewhere
I always hurry
I would call,
But I rarely have time
My friend, my friend
I hope I didn't arrive too late
My friend, my friend
Why didn't I ever tell there's nothing more important than you
Could she ask this one again?
This one would come right away to meet her
These two would both be in their rocking chairs,
Small lovely ones who would pretend to be old
My friend, my friend
I hope I didn't arrive too late
My friend, my friend
Why didn't I ever tell there's nothing more important than you