Sutton Foster, Megan McGinnis - Old Friends / Bookends lyrics

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
And what a 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