The Final Push To The Sum - Grandaddy

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?

What have I become?