[00:39.640]Old friends' old friends'
[00:47.660]Sat on their parkbench like bookends
[00:52.590]A newspaper blown through the grass
[00:56.820]Falls on the round toes
[01:01.200]of the high shoes of the old friends
[01:08.280]Old friends' winter companions' the old men
[01:18.520]Lost in their overcoats' waiting for the sun
[01:25.040]The sounds of the city sifting through trees
[01:29.910]Settles like dust on the shoulders of the old friends
[01:38.600]
[01:41.740]Can you imagine us years from today'
[01:47.370]Sharing a parkbench quietly
[01:51.540]How terribly strange to be sevent
[01:57.430]Old friends' memory brushes the same years'
[02:06.840]Silently sharing the same fears
[02:34.840]Time it was and what a time it was, it was
[02:41.840]A time of innocence, a time of confidences
[02:49.840]Long ago, it must be, I have a photograph
[02:59.840]Preserve your memories, they're all that's left you