[Both, 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
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
Comments (0)
The minimum comment length is 50 characters.