Paroles de Old Friends/Bookends
Old friendsOld friends
Sat on their park bench
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 sun
The sounds 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 park bench quietly?
How terribly strange to be seventy
Old friends
Memory brushes the same years Long ago, it must be, I have a photograph
Preserve your memories; they're all that's left you
Of the old friends
Old friends
Winter companions
The old men
Lost in their overcoats
Waiting for the sun
The sounds 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 park bench quietly?
How terribly strange to be seventy
Old friends
Memory brushes the same years Long ago, it must be, I have a photograph
Preserve your memories; they're all that's left you
SIMON, PAUL
© Universal Music Publishing Group
Paroles powered by LyricFind
© Universal Music Publishing Group
Paroles powered by LyricFind
