Song Lyrics

Old friends
Old friends
Sat on their park bench like bookends
The newspaper blown through the grass
The newspaper falls on the round toes
Of the high shoes
Of the old friends

Old friends
Winter companions
The old men
Winter companions
The old men
Lost in their overcoats
Waiting for the sun
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 park bench quietly?
How terribly strange
To be seventy

Old friends
Old friends
Memory brushes the same years
Silently sharing the same fears

Time it was
And what a time it was
It was
Time it was
And what a time it was
It was
A time of innocence
A time of confidences
Long ago, it must be
Long ago
I have a photograph
Preserve your memories
Preserve your memories
Preserve these memories
They're all that's left you

Paul Simon

The duration of Old Friends/Bookends is 3:04 minutes and seconds.