F   C        F   C
Old friends, old friends
Dm           G               C        Am
Sat on their park bench like bookends
  G
A newspaper blown through the grass
             Am
Falls on the round toes
       Am                F   C
Of the high shoes of the old friends

F   C        Dm        G            F   Em
Old friends, winter companions, the old men
Dm            G          C               Am
Lost in their overcoats, waiting for the sunset
    G                                    Am
The sounds of the city, shifting through trees
            G           F                Dm          Am
Settle like dust on the shoulders of the old friends

Dm       G         C
Can you imagine us years from today
F         Fm         C
Sharing a park bench quietly?
    Dm       G             A
How terribly strange to be seventy

F   C        Dm     G           F    Em
Old friends, memory brushes the same years
G                    C    Am
Silently sharing the same fears