[Intro]
   

[Verse]
    
Old   friends.

  
 Old   friends

.
         
Sat on their p

             
ark bench like

        
 bookends.
             
A newspaper bl

              
own through th

              
e grass falls 

       
on the round t

oes
          
of the high sh

           
oes of the old

 
   friends.

[Verse]
    
Old   friends.

        
 Winter compan

          
ions, the old 

 
  men.
          
Lost in their 

           
overcoats wait

            
ing for the su

nset.

[Bridge]
             
The sounds of 

              
the city, shif

             
ting through t


rees
             
settle like du

             
st on the shou

             
lders of the o

         
ld friends.

[Middle 8]
        
Can you imagin

         
e us years fro

            
m today, shari

           
ng a park benc

  
h quietly?
         
How terribly s

            
trange to be s


eventy.

[Verse]
    
Old   friends.

        
 Memory brushe

       
s the same  ye


ars.
             
Silently shari

           
ng the same fe

ars.


Bookends theme:
          
Time it was an

              
d what a time 

              
it was, it was

   
 a ...
             
A time of inno

              
cence, a time 

   
of confidences
          
Long ago it mu

              
st be, I have 

  
a photograph
              
Preserve your 


memories,
              
they're all th

     
at's left you.