Old Friends

Amaj7 Emaj7 Amaj7 Emaj7 Amaj7 Emaj7 Amaj7 Emaj7 Old friends. Old friends. F#m/A B7 E C#m Sat on their park bench like bookends. B C#m A newspaper blown through the grass falls on the round toes C#m/B Amaj7 Emaj7 of the high shoes of the old friends. Amaj7 Emaj7 F#m/A B7 Amaj7 G#m7 Old friends. Winter companions, the old men. F#m/A B7 E C#m Lost in their overcoats waiting for the sunset. B C#m The sounds of the city, shifting through trees B A F#m9 C#m settle like dust on the shoulders of the old friends. Middle 8 F#m/A B7 Emaj7 A6 Am6 Emaj7 Can you imagine us years from today, sharing a park bench quietly? F#m/A B7 C#sus4 How terribly strange to be seventy. Amaj7 Emaj7 F#m/A B7 Amaj7 G#m7 Old friends. Memory brushes the same years. B E C#m Silently sharing the same fears. Bookends theme: F#m/A Emaj7 Time it was and what a time it was, it was a ... A Emaj7 A time of innocence, a time of confidences F#m/A E Long ago it must be, I have a photograph A Preserve your memories, E they're all that's left you.