Old Friends - Jasmine Thompson

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 friends Old 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 friends Can you imagine us years from today Sharing a park bench quietly? How terribly strange to be 70 Old friends, memory brushes the same years Silently sharing the same fears

The preacher went up to the Golden Gate and met God there, With the glow of love in his flowing hair I'm dreamin' of a time when love and music is everywhere Can you see that time comin'? No my son that time has gone, there's things to do The world has changed since I first met you Back when The Band played Rock of Ages in their prime, And the old juke joint was rockin' Oh Lord there's so much hate, In a world where we're from another place Show me how to be like you See no evil, hear no evil Feel no evil in my heart In my heart, in my aching heart In my heart, in my heart, In my old black heart In my heart, in my heart, In my beating heart Sky had turned a lotta shades of gray as they walked on And a gentle rain fell down on them They found faith in the way things are and the way things change And they said goodbye like two old friends Take me up to the mountains high Or a building top where the spirits fly Show me how to be like you See no evil, feel no evil Fear no evil in my heart In my heart, in my aching heart In my heart, in my heart In my old black heart In my heart, in my heart In my beating heart Oh Lord there's so much hate In a world where we're from another place Show me how to live like you See no evil, hear no evil Feel no evil in my heart In my heart, in my aching heart In my heart, in my heart In my old black heart In my heart, in my heart In my beating heart