[00:15.94]Old friends' old friends'
[00:23.96]Sat on their parkbench like bookends
[00:28.59]A newspaper blown through the grass
[00:32.52]Falls on the round toes
[00:35.70]Of the high shoes of the old friends
[00:43.38]Old friends' winter companions' the old men
[00:52.42]Lost in their overcoats' waiting for the sun
[00:59.54]The sounds of the city sifting through trees
[01:04.41]Settles like dust on the shoulders of the old friends
[01:13.10]
[01:15.04]Can you imagine us years from today'
[01:19.47]Sharing a parkbench quietly
[01:24.24]How terribly strange to be sevent
[01:30.13]Old friends' memory brushes the same years'
[01:39.54]Silently sharing the same fears