Simon & Garfunkel Lyrics
Old Friends

Old friends, old friends sat on their parkbench
like bookends A newspaper blowin' 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 sun The sounds
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of the city sifting through trees Settles like
dust on the shoulders of the old friends

Can you imagine us years from today, sharing a
parkbench quietly How terribly strange to be
seventy

Old friends, memory brushes the same years,
silently sharing the same fears