Old Friends

Lyrics

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 trees
 Settle 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 70
 Old friends, memory brushes the same years
 Silently sharing the same fears
 

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Song Details

Duration
02:35
Key
1
Tempo
94 BPM

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