Karaoké Old Friends Simon & Garfunkel

Old friends

Old 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

Lost in their overcoats

Waiting for the sunset

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 park bench quietly

How terribly strange to be seventy

Old friends

Memory brushes

Old friends

Memory brushes the same years the same years

Silently sharing

Silently sharing the same fears the same fears