Old Friends歌词

作词 : Paul Simon
作曲 : Paul Simon

Old friends old friends

Sat on their parkbench 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 waiting for the sun

The sounds of the city sifting through trees
Settles like dust on the shoulders of the old friends

Can you imagine us years from today

Sharing a parkbench quietly

How terribly strange to be sevent

Old friends memory brushes the same years
Silently sharing the same fears