The Final Push To The Sum Testo

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 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?