Old friends, old friends. sat on their park bench like bookends
A newspaper blowin’ through the grass
Falls on the round toes of the high shoes, of the old friends…
…Time it was and what a time it was it was…
A time of innocence, a time of confidences
Long ago it must be, I have a photograph, preserve your memories
There all that’s left of you.
You changed my life …Thank you for 45 years of memories.
Love you always.