Old Friends
Composer(s): Paul Simon
Performer(s): Simon & Garfunkel;
and various other artists



Old friends, old friends
Sat on their parkbench 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 parkbench quietly 
How terribly strange to be seventy 

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