Old Friends/Bookends Songtext
von Paul Simon

Old friends, old friends
Sat on their park bench 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
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 70

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


Time it was, and what a time it was and wasn′t
A time of innocence, a time of confidences
Long ago it must seem
I have a photograph
Preserve your memories
They're all that′s left of you