[Verse 1]
Old friends, old friends
Sat on their parkbench like bookends
A newspaper blowin' through the gra**
Falls on the round toes of the high shoes of the old friends
[Verse 2]
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
[Bridge]
Can you imagine us, years from today
Sharing a parkbench quietly?
How terribly strange to be seventy
[Verse 3]
Old friends
Memory brushes the same years
Silently sharing the same fears
[Segue]