Old Friends, Bookends (Original) - Pop Royals
Old friends Old friends
Sat on their park bench Like bookends
A newspaper blown through the grass Falls on the round toes
On the high shoes Of the old friends
Old friends Old friends
Winter companions The old men
Lost in their overcoats Waiting for the sunset
Can you imagine us Years from today
Sharing a park bench quietly
How terribly strange To be seventy
Old friends Old friends
Memory brushes the same years
Silently sharing the same fear
Time is one than what time is one the ones
The time are little size
The time are confidence
Long ago we must be
I have a photograph
Perseve your memory
There will that's lifter
