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?   ...