Brett Dennen Who Do You Think You Are
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
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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
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