Old friends Lyrics

Two people meet. It's early afternoon

A third one is late. Well, he'll be there soon

In the old cafe, familiar sounds and smell

Not much has changed, as far as anyone can tell

They talk about the good ol' times, have they really come to an end?

How the worst thing with growing old, is that you can't make old friends

Life wasn't easier, back in those days

But it was worth living. In so many simple ways

The man turns his head. The waitress gives a nod

Just like yesterday, she knows what he wants

As they talk about the youth of today, have they really gone astray?

How the world has turned around, such a shame

The third one's yet to come. They hope he's okay

He hasn't been feeling well, been troubles along the way

There he is now, walking through the front door

He pulls up a chair, like so many times before

They talk about ailing health, they're not so young anymore

How will the future lie? When they're all gone

They talk about the fine ol' days. Many stories been told

And the plan for tomorrow Tuesday?

Same ol' time, same ol' place

Cause some things must never ever

They can never ever change