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?