[ti:Old Friends] [ar:Sara Lov] [al:Seasoned Eyes Were Beaming] [by:] [offset:0] [00:00.00]Old Friends - Sara Lov [00:10.50]Old friends old friends [00:19.30]Sat on their parkbench like bookends [00:24.23]A newspaper blown through the grass [00:28.04]Falls on the round toes [00:31.41]Of the high shoes of the old friends [00:39.40]Old friends winter companions the old men [00:49.32]Lost in their overcoats waiting for the sunset [00:56.93]The sounds of the city sifting through trees [01:01.93]Settles like dust on the shoulders of the old friends [01:13.37]Can you imagine us years from today [01:18.24]Sharing a parkbench quietly [01:22.98]How terribly strange to be seventy [01:29.78]Old friends memory brushes the same years [01:39.64]Silently sharing the same fears