Intro : (x4)
Ol d fri ends
Ol d fri ends
S at on their pa rk bench like boo kends
A news paper blown through the gra ss
Falls on the rou nd toes
Of the hig h shoes
Of the ol d frie nds
Ol d fri ends
Wi nter compa nions
The ol d me n
Lo st in their ove rcoats
Wai ting for the su nset
The so unds of the ci ty
Sif ting through tr ees
Settle like du st
On the should ers
Of the o ld frie nds
C an you ima gine us
Ye ars from today
Sha ring a p ark bench qui etly?
H ow terribly strange
To be sev enty
Ol d frie nds
Me mory brus hes the sam e yea rs
Si lently sha ring the sa me fe ars