Old Friends

歌词

Old friends, old friends, 

Sat on their parkbench like bookends 

A newspaper blown through the grass 

Falls on the round toes 

of the high shoes of the old friends 

Old friends, winter companions, the old men 

Lost in their overcoats, waiting for the sunset 

The sounds of the city sifting through trees 

Settles like dust on the shoulders of the old friends 

Can you imagine us years from today, 

Sharing a parkbench quietly 

How terribly strange to be seventy 

Old friends, memory brushes the same years, 

Silently sharing the same fears

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