Old friends, old friends sat on their parkbench like bookends A newspaper blowin' through the grass Falls on the round toes of the high shoes of the old
You seen the days when the roads were death, And the fires burned right to the brim, And the bike you rode to school now it rests, And your story begins
A million times or more I thought about you The years, the tears, the laughter, things we used to do Our memories, that warm me like a sunny day You touched
How will we smile ever again? I'm asking you sincerely, my dear old friend What do you say, is there a way? My dear old friend How will we laugh just
I'm going to tell you about it here, I can't remember how old I was, When Mama said to me, If it makes you happy, son, Then be what you want to be. Now
Just when every ray of hope was gone I should have known that you would come along I can't believe, I ever doubted you My old friend the blues Another
Wake, It's morning. It's time to get dressed. Wake, It's morning. It's time to get dressed. You sound lonely. Should I make the drive back home? You sound
Old friends, new friends Home with the family We'll be together at Christmas Snowflakes, sleighbells Bringing back memories We'll be together at
you are Not the one you feel you need to be Ever catch a falling star Ain't no stopping 'til it's in the ground Everybody is a star One big circle going
Where it started, can't even remember Just one day you were there Funny little girl in your tied-dyes and cut-offs Wondering who you were Well, I was
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
"Let us be lovers we'll marry our fortunes together" "I've got some real estate here in my bag" So we bought a pack of cigarettes and Mrs. Wagner pies
What my eyes can clearly see And raise a child with a flame in his heart Who are we to believe That these thoughts are so naive When we've all disagreed from the start
Someone told me It's all happening at the zoo I do believe it, I do believe it's true Well, it's a light and tumble journey From the East side to the
In my little town I grew up believing God keeps His eye on us all And He used to lean upon me As I pledged allegiance to the wall Lord, I recall my little
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
Chorus: Slip sliding away, slip sliding away You know the nearer your destination, the more you slip sliding away Whoah and I know a man, he came from
Time, time, time, see what's become of me While I looked around for my possibilities I was so hard to please But look around Leaves are brown And the