Where are all my friends I can’t remember the last time I heard from them I guess it’s my own fault for being out of touch But I never asked for much I used to know where to go Where all the parties were and every show I’ve got the photographs somewhere in my drawer I used to be somebody But they say getting older makes you more at east But I say, I just want more Where are all my things I’ve thrown them all away over the years I think I make believe I'm not sentimental at all Cause it’s easier than keeping it all I used to know where to go Where all the parties were and every show I’ve got the photographs somewhere in my drawer I just want more Why won’t I let it go? Fighting the undertow Stay close don’t let me go We’re all just precious stones Floating down the river going home