Words & music by paul simon

Old friends,
Old friends
Sat on their park bench
Like bookends.
A newspaper blown though 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 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 park bench quietly?
How terribly strange
To be seventy.
Old friends,
Memory brushes the same years
Silently sharing the same fears

• 7 O'clock News/silent Night
• A Poem on The Underground Wall
• America
• At The Zoo
• Baby Driver
• Bleeker Street
• Blues Run The Game
• Bookends
• Bridge Over Troubled Water
• Bye Bye Love
• Cecilia
• Cloudy
• El Condor Pasa
• Fakin' It
• Feuilles-o
• Flowers Never Bend With The Rainfall
• For Emily, Whenever I May Find Her
• Hazy Shade of Winter
• He Was My Brother
• Hey, Schoolgirl/black Slacks
• Homeward Bound
• Keep The Customer Satisfied
• My Little Town
• Old Friends
• Overs
• Patterns
• Peggy-o
• Punky's Dilemma
• Red Rubber Ball
• Save The Life of My Child
• Scarborough Fair/canticle
• So Long, Frank Lloyd Wright
• Song for The Asking
• Sparrow
• The 59th Street Bridge Song
• The Boxer
• The Dangling Conversation
• The Only Living Boy in New York
• The Sun is Burning
• Wednesday Morning, 3 a. M.
• Why Don't You Write Me