[00:15.61]Old friends, old friends
[00:21.71]Sat on their park bench like bookends
[00:26.37]A newspaper blown through the grass
[00:30.43]Falls on the round toes
[00:33.31]Of the high shoes of the old friends
[00:40.18]Old friends, winter companions, the old men
[00:48.40]Lost in their overcoats, waiting for the sun
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[00:55.28]The sounds of the city sifting through trees
[00:59.54]Settle like dust on the shoulders of the old friends
[01:08.27]
[01:09.06]Can you imagine us years from today?
[01:13.46]Sharing a park bench quietly
[01:18.26]How terribly strange to be seventy70
[01:24.86]Old friends, memory brushes the same years
[01:33.56]Silently sharing the same fears
[01:41.05]
[02:22.83]Time it was and what a time it was, it was
[02:27.88]
[02:28.89]A time of innocence, a time of confidences
[02:35.79]
[02:36.49]Long ago, it must be, I have a photograph
[02:43.28]Preserve your memories, they're all that's left you