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   Businessmen in suits taking meetings over coffee trying 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