Who Do You Think You Are? - Brett Dennen

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

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

Who do you think you are?

It’s the life you made

Don’t be afraid of the hands you played

Who do you think you are?

It’s the life that you made

Don’t be afraid of the hands you played

Well, the power went out and the stars came out

And I went out for a walk in the dark

There were fireflies flitting and I heard the poets spitting

Rhymes out in the park

And I felt myself drift up off the ground

And I rose above the trees

And I saw my life in photographs of faded memories

Who do you think you are?

It’s the life that you made

Don’t be afraid of the hands you played

Who do you think you are?

It’s the life that you made

Don’t be afraid of the hands you played