Old Friends
Simon And Garfunkel
Bookends
Old Friends
Old friends
Old friends
Sat on their park bench
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 the trees
Settle like dust
On the shoulders
Of the old friends
Can you imagine us years from today
How terribly strange to be seventy
Old friends
Memory brushes the same years
Silently sharing the same fear...