The Final Push To The Sun

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 if my old life is done, i guess that i've moved on

To new faces and strange places, Here at the final push to the sun

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?