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