High Time

I call to the mountains sitting across the bay

Morning comes though it’s steadier than yesterday

I take the stillness as a sign to write a song

About things we’ve done and the things still to come

Flowers in the plenty coloring in the view

Red sun burns late Sunday afternoon

Talking for hours about the places we have gone

And things we’ve done and the things still to come

‘Cus it’s high time

High time

Old trees with orange leaves they take me to a place

To be by your side I would run all night and day

Tall pines and fall lines I’m glad that we are home

And times with you I will never outgrow

‘Cus it’s high time

High time