Where are all my old friends? It's been a long time 
gone
We've been drifting apart for so many years I hope 
they're still marching on
Some are probably happy with families, working hard to 
get ahead
Some of them are lost, some are wandering, and some of 
them are already dead

Who do you think you are? It's the life you made
Don't be afraid, of the hands you played

There's an old man sleeping in a parking lot. I wonder 
what he dreams about
to buy each other out
There's an officer, a senator, a digger and a sewer, a 
beggar and a thief
They all sit at different tables but they drink the 
same poison as me

Chorus

The power went our, and the stars came out and I went 
out for a walk in the dark
There were fireflies flitting and I heard poets 
spitting rhymes out in the park
I felt myself drift up off the ground & I rose above 
the trees
And I saw my life in photographs of faded memories

CHORUS