Old Friends
Old Friends
Sat on their park bench
like bookends
Newspaper blowin' 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 thier overcoats
Waiting for the sunset
The sounds of the city sifting
through trees
Settle like dust
On the shoulders of the old friends
Can you imagine us 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 fear
A time it was
It was a time
A time it was
It was a time
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