Old Friends / Bookends (feat. Megan McGinnis)

Old Friends / Bookends (feat. Megan McGinnis) - Sutton Foster/Megan McGinnis

Old friends

Old friends

Sat on their park bench like bookends

The newspaper blown through the grass

The newspaper falls on the round toes

Of the high shoes

Of the old friends

Old friends

Winter companions

The old men

Winter companions

The old men

Lost in their overcoats

Waiting for the sun

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 park bench quietly

How terribly strange

To be seventy

Old friends

Old friends

Memory brushes the same years

Silently sharing the same fears

Time it was

And what a time it was

It was

Time it was

It was

A time of innocence

A time of confidences

Long ago it must be

Long ago

I have a photograph

Preserve your memories

Preserve your memories

Preserve these memories

They're all that's left you