Old Friends Lyrics

Old Friends

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 sun
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