Old Friends lyrics

Old friends, old friends

Sat on their park bench like bookends

A newspaper blown through the grass

Falls on the ground toes

Oh the high shoes

Of the old friends

Old friends

Winter companions, the old men

Lost in their overcoats

Waiting for the sun

The sounds of the city

Sifting through trees

Settle like dust

On the shoulders

Of the old friends

Can you imagine is years from today

Sharing a park bench quietly?

How terribly strange to be seventy

Old friends

Memory brushes the same years

Silently sharing the same fears

Time it was and what a time it was

It was a time of innocence

A time of confidences

Long ago it must be

I have a photograph

Preserve your memories

They're all that's left you