Letra de Old Friends (Live at Madison Square Garden, New York, NY - December 2003)
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 friendsOld 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 friendsCan you imagine us years from today Sharing a park bench quietly? How terribly strange to be 70Old friends, memory brushes the same years Silently sharing the same fears