The Final Push To The Sum

I never know their names But I smile just the same New faces, strange places Most everything I see Becomes a blur to me And I'm wasted because The fast pace is too much Here at the final push to the sum If my old life is done Then what have I become? What have I become? Every now and then The memories creep in A breeze and blue skies The trees and you and I But that old life is done I guess that I've moved on To new faces and strange places Here at the final push to the sum If my old life is done Then what have I become? What have I become? What have I become? What have I become? What have I become? ...