Old Friends / Bookends Theme - Live in Toledo, OH - November 1969

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
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 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 fear
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 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 o' you