[00:15.56]Old friends, old friends,
[00:23.18]Sat on their parkbench like bookends
[00:27.85]A newspaper blown through the grass
[00:31.55]Falls on the round toes
[00:34.54]of the high shoes of the old friends
[00:43.14]Old friends, winter companions, the old men
[00:52.18]Lost in their overcoats, waiting for the sun
[00:56.36]The sounds of the city sifting through trees
[01:03.37]Settles like dust on the shoulders of the old friends
[01:12.35]Can you imagine us years from today,
[01:19.37]Sharing a parkbench quietly
[01:23.12]How terribly strange to be sevent
[01:27.41]Old friends, memory brushes the same years,
[01:38.24]Silently sharing the same fears