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 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?