Old friends Simon & Garfunkel
[Fmaj7]Old [Cmaj7]Friends. [Famj7]Old [Cmaj7]Friends. [Dm7]Sat on their [G7]park bench like [C]bookends[Am].
A [Dm7]newspaper blown through the [G]grass falls on the [Am]round toes of the
[Cmaj]high shoes of the [F]Old [C6]Friends.
[Fmaj7]Old [Cmaj7]Friends. [Dm7]Winter comp[G7]anions the [Fmaj7]old [Em7]men. [Dm7]Lost in their
[G7]overcoats [C]waiting for the [Am]sunset. The [Dm7]sounds of the [G7]city, [Em7]sifting
through [Am]trees, settle like [G]dust on the [F]shoulder of the [C6]Old Friends.
[Dm7]Can you im[G7]agine us [Cmaj7]years from today, [F]sharing a [Fm]park bench [C]quietly?
How [Dm7]terribly strange to be [Am]seventy.
[Fmaj7]Old [Cmaj7]Friends. [Dm7]Memory [G7]brushes the [Fmaj7]same [Em7]years. [Dm7]Silently [G7]sharing the