Old friends, old friends
Sat on hilltop like bookends
A breeze blows through the grass
Falls on the round toes
Of the small feet of the old friends
Old friends, winter companions, the old men
Lost in their dreams, 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 hilltop quietly?
How terribly strange to be 70
Old friends, memory brushes the same years
Silently sharing the same fears
Old friends, old friends
Sat on hilltop like bookends
A breeze blows through the grass
Falls on the round toes
Of the small feet of the old friends
Old friends, winter companions, the old men
Lost in their dreams, 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 hilltop quietly?
How terribly strange to be 70
Old friends, memory brushes the same years
Silently sharing the same fears