Old friends
Old friends
Sat on their park bench
Like bookends
A newspaper blown through the gra**
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 park bench quietly?
How terribly strange
To be seventy
Old friends
Memory brushes the same years
Silently sharing the same fear
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