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 And 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 Memories creep in A breeze and blue skies The trees and you and I But that old life is gone 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? What have I become? What have I become? (Start to fade right here) What have I become?