OLD FRIENDS

Those harmony parts will never sound the same

when sung all alone again and again

And the stories I start when I call your name

will smile and shake their hands

Old friends like two peas in a pod

Talking about everything under the sun

Joined in the hip, within and without

Inseparable grains of sand

It seems like way back but its always new

The flame never dies and if the world ever knew

It is you and I in our separate lives

Singing a song about dreamland

Old friends like birds of a feather

keep each other warm in stormy weather

Old friends on the same page

Scripting a saga unplanned

Its hard to imagine that you will be gone

Lonely on stage with no one around

Everyone knows the show must go on

But its tough to understand

Old friends with a shoulder to cry on

Old friends through thick and thin

Connected, Perfected like identical twins

Drifting to Never Land

- You can't make old friends (Kenny Rogers)